A painter paints pictures on a canvas, but musicians paint their pictures on silence.

Music is love in search of a word.

Music fills the infinite between two souls

Music is the art closest to tears and memory.

If you could transend reality, where would you go?

When your life flashes before your eyes, make sure you've got plenty to watch.

God gave us memories that we might have roses in December.

Night and morning are making promises to eachother which neither will be able to keep.

Time goes you say?
Ah no!
Alas, Time stays, we go.

The photographs were arranged in groups as if of an extemded family, thought they seemed completely alien to one anohter, with nothing in common except the luminouse blindness that only portraits of the dead seem to acquire.