My site is a long history through very different panoramas and dramas, the unsung ones, those that are 'difficult' to see, because all the violence/abuse is pshycological and there is no way for it to be felts, except deep inside oneself

It is inhabited by 'ghosts' which are invisible to most of us, for now, simply because we are still at the level of base physical violence...it is the base rule of all societies...take it away and down comes the city...you might be surprised at the proportion of a city's population which is involved in violence...producing it either simply by beating up a one or nourishing it by punishing a one...so, all we can see is physical violence, we are 'trained' to that kind of sensitivity, we use it in our sexual occupations, we promote it so much that, even though we still carry a wisp of remorse, we simply shrug it off, like a duck the rain while floating in that same water...yes we just are at the sensitivity of the floating duck...we still have to learn how to 'duck' the violence, not by making one-self impervious to it short term, but by stopping it completely...this requires a level of intelligence, that for lack of more adequate words, is not part of a human reality...

All this tirade to present the fact of the ghosts within my imaging...even the systemic approach I am using is a mecanism to promote the immediate privacy/invisibility of my family of ghosts; however, this site is still not fully ghosted, I will have to work mon my images for quite a few months before putting up, within my people section, the deeply human reconstruction of my best, very best friends, whom all have chosen to just fuck-away from the ball of uncomposted...mind you they forgot that a being's prime duty is exactly that, to work like hell at composting all that which lies around a one's location...did they do wrong or right...no, they just chose a different path and the capacity of choice precedes the capacity to will the choice, to weave one's choice within the fabric of his own persona...they wove it alright enough...

My site is not a cemetery, or a repository, or a vulgar market 'buy-me quick' place, no...it is a place where each image is an interplay of delicately human undertones, a bit like an elfic tournaround, within a very private landscape/forest...a place with a secret of joyfullness so delicate/transparent that one needs be transparently delicate to 'see' it...oh, many people will 'feel' the it, without being able to see the it...just talk to blind people about this reality, the feeling of spaces impossible to logically be seen...

And this is the crux of imagery, deeply human imagery; it is invisible to the present, to those busily making the present...imagery is of a very complex nature, a language where good/bad are not, a non-binary language, a fractal language in a sense, a language which slowly coalesces through decades, centuries, becoming more luminous and yet still diaphanous...with time and yet, freed of time...an image is a marvelously alive being, much more so than the extreme majority of all those claiming to be 'the top of the heap'

In a sense, they are correct, but it is not by standing on top of the 'heap' that you will aerate it, churn it, push it to compost itself into another life...nothing to be proud of it unless one is so blinded that he cannot see any further

So, yes my site is a pile of shit, but I am the composter and believe me, it is an extremely hard work but when I have really composted a deep healty new image, the psychological reward is such, that I cannot but go back to composting, as if there is nothing better/more rewarding that could be done in this lifetime

My site has a 'private' name, which I keep invoking in times of depression, voidness, tiredness of too much of the same environment; by invoking the name, I am sucked-out of my self inflicted impasse and dropped into those times, were Janus was a very appreciated god, past and future back to back and him at the center; it resonates within me as a kind of already 'lived' proposition; then I start laughing at me and my two faces just open-up in their opposite direction; ah! a breath of 'fresh' air at last, a break from the oppression of the past pushing the future and then the future pushing back the past...eh! I'm stuck between you guys...

This now is a familiar situation and laughing at myself just resets things correctly; no pushing or pulling...just a live and let live balance...for a moment before chaos gets here again...

My site is my Janusian world, the only world into which common sense still behaves because it feels appreciated there and I have taken years of trial and error to construe a website with common sense as it's heart, it's fireplace...you can sit in there and feel the warmth coming out of the images, very slowly at first, exactly like lifes gliding out of the dark toward the fire, the one in your heart...

A site is easily built around technical skill, the modern idiom of success, so much so that it can 'hypnotize' you by getting you to wait after the little clock, just to have a look at the coming 'event'; most sites are simply based on 'voyeurism' they get you within 'empty' rooms...a very simple example is the news...where an headline leads you to three lines surrounded by a pub pack moaning at you, there in the center, trying to find something to munch upon the three bones...remember how the hunters would 'stick' it to a beast?...well you might be no beast but yet...yes, come to think about it

For me a site, be it tents around a nightfire keeping the 'wild' darkness hypnotized around civilization's foetal array, be it a modern house, be it a virtual site, a site is defined by the fire in it's center; without it, it's just a pile of fake junk, cold and repulsive to any cultured entity

Between the texts, which are 'hard' to read/comprehend and the images that are no less hard to read/assume, there is a kind of warmth which keeps/makes them...'interesting'...you might say that the whole thing is a pile of shit and I agree heartily, totally, but I am proud of my pile of shit, simply because I have taken good care of it and now it has very well composted itself...

Compost is all what composes images, makes them so full of content...compost is life returned in a 'different' fashion, youthfull, fresh and flexible...were do flowers come from? from compost...in old times...now they try to 'grow' out of chemical soups made up by 'specialists'...in a hurry to bag the money...the flower is grown in Central America, flown to the States and sold...a whole chain of money slaves hiding behind a flower perfectly facaded into the ideal perfect image...a bit more make up? or maybe a little more 'botoxization' would push them back for a few months??

This site has been built on to premises levels of users..

the ones who are just passers-by, tv span of attention types, just not looking at anything in particular, just making noises as a fatigued piece of machinery would make between two cycles of processing, a bit like the quiet noises a horse would make at the end of a plowing line, while turning around to align himself again...they are mostly tired, used-up people which desire nothing more than to feel a bit of warmth before dropping for a night's of forgetting, conscienciously that is...

So I have made all the thumbnail pages very byte light, very well connected, simple to follow, fast to process, each with a lot of thumbnails, colorful and small enough that, if you are very tired, your brain will easily fill them up with some of that stuff which you carry deep within, most of the time, without being aware of it's being there...it might not want for you to see it...however, your tired brain will easily fill-up them little thumbnails with hidden images from inside your tired self...and this will bring psychological value to you...seing 'yourself' within the thumbnails will secure you for a good night's absence, while those shadowy images, just re-enter their own abode, within you...very happy, because they could have an 'outing', a kind of 'friday night at...' without anybody the worse for it...so they will 'give' you a good night's sleep...next morning you will get up and not even remember that you came into my site...but I will be happy for you, because this is exactly the first basic reason upon which I have layered my virtual structure...to make normal people happy within themselves...through laughing at the site's imagery, if needs be....

Now to the other level of users

these are 'cultured' beyond the vast vast majority and by 'cultured' I do not mean 'diplomatized' 'intellectualized', I mean 'cutured' in the sense of 'composted' so much that they grow all kinds of humanistic flowers all around them...they are spheres of cultural healhtiness, the light is 'different' around them and they have a way of looking at you, a way that rides straight into you, to your human heart, all the while with a soft twinkle glowing within their own, like stars, scintillating stars...

These persons own their time, use it as their persona sees fit...when the meet another human, all else is stopped, they become the fire which stays the darkness, while they congregate into inocuous language, all the while their bodies/minds talking human to each other...they stop and go deep if there is depth to be explored, if not, they just glide on, silently, politely...disceetely invisible to the hurriers blobbing around frenetically...

These persons love to dwell deep within human scapes, those that lie within anything which as volume...but they find it much easier to just sink into a world, an image and then, dissolve, mingle, discover, laugh, until there is no more motion/exchange, there is an equilibrium which begs them to depart and transport themselves, human seeds, toward another chance encounter...

This is the deep deep reason which pushed me into such an extreme bout of work, because, doing all that, and I'm still at it, is quite a hell of a job, but then, there are some who prefer to work in hell than to die into it!!!!