​Footage from one of my architectural models. Ball, Ball movement, sound effects, etc, all done during post production with Adobe After Effects. Enjoy!

This blog has been dormant for a while. Time to get things started again!
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‪#‎chalklines‬ layout confirmed - ‪#‎construction‬ about to begin for my newest design project in Miami.

Can you see it yet?!!  #longwaytogo

my biggest fear is every morning when I wake up
I don't open my eyes... afraid it was all a dream
I only get up when you touch me
cause then i know that, even if a dream, I am still asleep


Nha maior medu e tudu dia o ki n ta corda
Ka ta abri odju pa n ka descubri ma foi tudu um sonhu
So n ta desperta kandu bu ta tokan
Pamo djan ta sabi ma nen se sonhu, ma ti inda n ka corda

I have a fantasy about you... no, you
One day, even if for just a day or two...
have you tight in my arms dancing to a slow song, 
my eyes closed, smelling your neck, 
maybe it's you...
you dont know it, but I do 

5 … what a random number of senses to have… what if we had 4 senses instead? if I couldn’t smell you... or taste you... what if I couldn’t hear your voice near my ear? what if I couldn’t feel the warmth of your touch approaching….

5? why not 7? how would it feel to get even closer to you? what else are you yelling at me that I can’t hear?

ok, just 1 more...  what curves would my 3rd eye see? just one more… would it be enough? or would I always be just far enough… 

"N ka sabi modi ki es nos romance sta ben avansa
Ma es comesu ten sidu un sonhu 
Sta longi bo sta pon vivi na fantasia.. 
teni medu pamo realidadi e ka so kel ki n sta imagina
Dja n kre conxi tudu bus imperfeison
Pamo kurtiu sta sabi
Ma n kre descubri si n ta amou

N kre pa bu sabi ma mi tambe n tem txeu defeitu
Ma mi e longi di ser perfeitu
Ma n ta ronca i asvez mi e desleixadu
Ma tudu es basofaria e so un Escudu
Ma ten txeu momentus ki mi e txeu caladu, 
Ma realidadi ka sta bem ser kel me…
Sime, n ka ta para di sunha ma bu ta bem aman tambe"

you are like an instrument...
a guitar perhaps...
the most beautiful music inside... waiting..
who is the guitarist? 

we are not our bodies/senses, we are one

what is it about the eyes?

is it because it moves? 

looking over there, then there, and always the possibility of it looking right at you.. two worlds connecting... you not being alone anymore... you being recoginized! You exist!

... just as the eye turns away from you again... and you are left alone again... and your eyes start wandering again...

Why can't we be like a tree? happy just being, or better, just a stone, that not a flower offers...

what is it about being alive?

really the living dead! not content with being one with the universe, not wanting to only focus on oneself and being labeled a narcissist... 

what is it about being alone?

isn't it that the meaning of my existance is my aloneness? that I can only exist if I am separate from everything else, and that I am in fact defined by you? by a kind of lack?  

And there goes my eye again... 

And poor love is the scapegoat...