Batakliev's Bloc

The light-and-shadowplay behind my eye-lids in a state of pre-sleep or near-awakening. The proximity of the inner world, the recycled patterns of the outside world. Slanted planes of dotted light reflections. Gentle morphs bring a subtlety of colour closer to the mind's eye. The darkness provides the background for a drizzle of semi-transparent reds and yellows. An unobtrusive take-over. Directing this art takes calm and focus and results in projective auto-creation. An intuitive screen-saver of your imagination. Before you know, you are a visitor in your own mind.

Paris is password-protected. Berlin is open-source. Paris is a lover. Berlin is a comrade.  Paris is singular. Berlin is plural. Paris is pure poetry. Berlin is pure. Paris is a gold-studded oxygen mask. Berlin is oxygen. Paris has a heart of Gold. Berlin is not heart-centred and treats its internal organs equally. They all come in gold, silver or bronze and get served with sauerkraut .  Paris is all about timing. Berlin is anytime. Paris doesn't bite. Berlin is edible. Paris is mystifying. Berlin is occasionally overcast. Berlin is history repeated. Paris is history.