A big tormented stone and a little blond thing Lost in their respective morning meditations A pathetic attempt at telepathic transmission While a timid sun rises between icy towers A very surrealist morning Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
Like Mordor in steel and glass Churning the skies with its evil eye But we have other demons to fight And our surrealist eyes well up water As we watch the sun disappear in flames To let the night bring its dark promises Photo Hugh Ardoin The Urban Landscapes Gallery
Reality all sold out Our surrealist dreams will go naked Worth two lines on a postcard ‘Wish you were here’ is the message Lost in a sinking mailbox I’ll empty one more bottle And resend to the sea Photo Hugh Ardoin The Window Dressing Gallery
A group of revelers caught in the crosslight of reflections And their shadow cast a surrealist shadow on the street Cutouts hanging upside down like garlands for a celebration The small group and their doubles get ready for the party Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2019 Carnival Gallery
Like a surrealist yet hyperrealist painting with colors borrowed from Salvador Dali No melting clocks here, everything is fully automated including the sunsets Nothing may ever happen, empty driverless trains transporting invisible passengers A foretaste of a tasteless purgatory upgraded to heaven level Dungeons of a brave new world built on primeval fears Photo Hugh […]
The street is a non stop light show Where passerby is a voluntary yet involuntary actor As we cruise the Asuncion high streets camera in hand For the umpteen time I attempt to stop the flow of time To cast unique moments in the long script of a waning life An like a deranged entomologist, […]