digital-era

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The very first time I saw you Harry, I recognised you immediately. Not by your scar, by your eyes. They’re your mother Lily’s. Oh yes, I knew her. Your mother was there for me at a time when no one else was. Not only was she a singularly gifted witch, she was also an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn’t see it in themselves. Your father, James, however, had a certain, shall we say, talent for trouble. A talent, rumour has it, he passed onto you. You’re more like them than you know, Harry. In time you’ll come to see just how much.

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My glass is full of a wine shivering like a flame
And the river is drunk where the vines come to reflect
All the gold of the nights fall there is a shudder

But my glass has broken like a burst of laughter

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Humonos

Five gifs projected for a collective exhibition called “Atmósferas” in my city some months ago.

Watch them here in much better quality.

01 - Zoomniverse (18mb)

02 - We are they (10mb)

03 - iReal (15mb)

04 - Mediocresea (14mb)

05 - Human Resources (10mb)


Here a little trip through the loops:

More info about the exhibition here.