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| Wednesday, 26-Nov-2003 00:00 |
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Change of subject
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Today is a day for colours. I have decided that this fotopage is in desperate need of some colour, and so here is a riot of lurid colours from another set of tiny tangibles close to my heart- my bikinis!
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| Tuesday, 25-Nov-2003 00:00 |
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teacups and lightbulbs
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Thank you for your compliments on my previous entries. Your words mean a lot to me as I had not expected to elicit any interest in my Fotopage, much less such warm responses and even a spirited defence (actually, I don't think the Fotopage people attempted to remove the pictures; it was probably a momentary blip in the system)! 
I have no background in the execution of photography, merely a layman's appreciation of it. My photographs- taken with a basic handphone camera under limited lighting- are amateurish in light of the rest of your works.
These renderings arise out of Solitude and Curiosity. I am driven by the need to express my secret llife, which is made up of a handful of modest tangibles- my books, a teacup, the bedside lamp.
Please, continue to indulge me with your comments and suggestions, and hence breathe life into this photo journal.
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| Monday, 24-Nov-2003 00:00 |
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Lunaire Eclipse
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| Sunday, 23-Nov-2003 00:00 |
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voluptueux
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voluptueux
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| Friday, 21-Nov-2003 00:00 |
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(Faux) Expressionism
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These were taken back in October 2003 when, solitary and in a souless hotel room miles from home, I was caught in a languid "I wonder" mood of creative cheek. The wonders of instant self-expression are boundless when you have a camera built into your mobile phone!
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| Thursday, 20-Nov-2003 00:00 |
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Me, or Lonely Bedside Lamp
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| Wednesday, 27-Aug-2003 00:00 |
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Anais Nin's words
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right off a page from Anais Nin's diary entries
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These describe with chilling despair how I feel about a certain someone.
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