Traffic
In our world of havoc, gratification and rush we submit to the traffic of our day, the demands of our peers and pressure of time. After the egg has been broken the yolk mixed with the white, our world gives us time to reflect and reflect we do. From blasé to delirium, and delirium to anxiety, from anxiety to sadness, we confront the seeming realities of the moment and our trapped desires, only to come back up and face the music once again.
Traffic
"There is nothing more permanent than the temporary."
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devidsketchbook:

THE BLACK TRAP IN MUNICH BY ALBERTO SEVESO
Italy, Portoscuso-based artist Alberto Seveso (facebook)
[previously]
devidsketchbook:

THE BLACK TRAP IN MUNICH BY ALBERTO SEVESO
Italy, Portoscuso-based artist Alberto Seveso (facebook)
[previously]
devidsketchbook:

THE BLACK TRAP IN MUNICH BY ALBERTO SEVESO
Italy, Portoscuso-based artist Alberto Seveso (facebook)
[previously]
devidsketchbook:

THE BLACK TRAP IN MUNICH BY ALBERTO SEVESO
Italy, Portoscuso-based artist Alberto Seveso (facebook)
[previously]
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andrewclifforth:

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Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, sexing.., the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications.