Gerrit-Jan Visser:
the angel next door
Gerrit-Jan Visser:
cloud
Gerrit-Jan Visser:
I dream of avalanches
Gerrit-Jan Visser:
incantation
Gerrit-Jan Visser:
the game
Gerrit-Jan Visser:
the swans and the drifter
Gerrit-Jan Visser:
a movement of stillness
Gerrit-Jan Visser:
rush hour
Gerrit-Jan Visser:
when the magic begins
Gerrit-Jan Visser:
the bench
Gerrit-Jan Visser:
the bubble we are
Gerrit-Jan Visser:
plastic spirituality
Gerrit-Jan Visser:
storm? what storm?
Gerrit-Jan Visser:
the runner
Gerrit-Jan Visser:
sometimes people just fall
Gerrit-Jan Visser:
placing the stairs
Gerrit-Jan Visser:
liquid
Gerrit-Jan Visser:
the totality of reality
Gerrit-Jan Visser:
the ghost of a suburb gentleman
Gerrit-Jan Visser:
do you copy that?
Gerrit-Jan Visser:
i follow bubbles
Gerrit-Jan Visser:
it's not me (just smoke)
Gerrit-Jan Visser:
a hand that reaches out
Gerrit-Jan Visser:
mother and children on an escalator
Gerrit-Jan Visser:
floating
Gerrit-Jan Visser:
reality is a different kind of fiction
Gerrit-Jan Visser:
the bird is learning to swim
Gerrit-Jan Visser:
the alley
Gerrit-Jan Visser:
she throws food at the pigeons