yes, it does, doesn't it? It's located in my hometown in Italy, it used to be the residency of a prince. It's normally shut, but they organized a group show in it in 2006, which is when they allowed me to film the interior.
Amazing stuff Oscar ReLEAsE tHe BATS! btw thanks for your comment about mobile communication, it sort of helped me understand a little my almost borderline phobia. Nick
The room lit with dozens of candelabra’s Filigree, Silver A chamber orchestra plays The women dressed, in crimson and absinthe green velvet dresses Pearls and Diamonds adorn cultured necks Skin so pale So slim So elegant Awaiting The Master He enters Dressed in Black Black, curled hair Falls over A white winged collar Black velvet flocked tie The women gasp Oscar As he passes them On his journey to the centre Of the room. He raises a Heavy, Leaded Glass Charged with The Darkest of Red Wines The Room Silent The Women Look ‘Release the Bats’ He cries And they are Devoured.
Oh you are more than welcome Oscar. I always think it's nice for visual artists to hear what their images conjure in people's minds. You are the Bat You are the Night Thanks for your work and the complement you gave to me. Nick
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Goodness, this place looks amazing.
yes, it does, doesn't it?
It's located in my hometown in Italy, it used to be the residency of a prince.
It's normally shut, but they organized a group show in it in 2006, which is when they allowed me to film the interior.
Amazing stuff Oscar
ReLEAsE tHe BATS!
btw thanks for your comment about mobile communication, it sort of helped me understand a little my almost borderline phobia.
Nick
thanks to you Nick to bring such interesting thoughts to the blog...
The room lit with dozens of candelabra’s
Filigree, Silver
A chamber orchestra plays
The women dressed, in crimson and absinthe green velvet dresses
Pearls and Diamonds adorn cultured necks
Skin so pale
So slim
So elegant
Awaiting
The Master
He enters
Dressed in Black
Black, curled hair
Falls over
A white winged collar
Black velvet flocked tie
The women gasp
Oscar
As he passes them
On his journey to the centre
Of the room.
He raises a
Heavy, Leaded Glass
Charged with
The Darkest of Red Wines
The Room
Silent
The Women
Look
‘Release the Bats’
He cries
And they are
Devoured.
Nick!
I'll read this every night at midnight till I die and go to hell, or become a ghost.
It's fabulous. Thank you so much.
Oh you are more than welcome Oscar.
I always think it's nice for visual artists to hear what their images conjure in people's minds.
You are the Bat
You are the Night
Thanks for your work and the complement you gave to me.
Nick
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