Confluence

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Friday, December 21, 2007

PERCEPTION: TRICK OR TREAT?

The question is: "Do veridical perception, illusion and hallucination have something in common?" Apparently (but not evidently, though) it may seem as if the three are completely different perceptual processes which do not have much in common! On the other hand, if we regard this issue from an... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, November 18, 2007

EXILE- another one of my mixed media paintings

p.s.: A huge thx to all who have visited and commented my blog till now! Been absent for a time, but i´m BACK!!!..... C-ya!!! Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, October 24, 2007

APOCALYPTIC COMMON SENSE NOW

In the most diverse situations, people often talk about ´common sense´. They don´t simply talk about it, they rather strongly appeal to Common Sense. Therefore, whenever they want to state a ´final´conclusion about any kind of argument you may be presenting, they call for a specific help/ they call... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, October 22, 2007

ISOLATION- mixed media

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Sunday, October 21, 2007

THE OTHER SIDE- painting/mixed media

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LOST PATH ( 1º POEM )

LOST PATH Ripped words. Kites sleeping soundly over the river. He would go down the by-way at a small, childish pace, his hands sank inside the pockets. Stone by stone, the bridges would be built, the grasshoppers hiding in the round logs of wood, while the drifting reed was draining through our... Sign in to see full entry.

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