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matthew coleman takes pictures, writes, paints and folds origami cranes.

He explains: "I try to create from the inside out. To direct the intensity of feeling outside of me, to release them in great bursts. Each new surface I create on is like wet cement, where an impression of a moment can be left frozen, suspended in time."

Nov 12 2009
Oct 11 2009
Oct 6 2009
Sep 26 2009
Bon Iver. Fireworks. Greenman Festival, 2009.

Bon Iver. Fireworks. Greenman Festival, 2009.

Sep 11 2009
Walking. breathing everything in. We stop, and with finger or rock I make marks, interacting with the sand. From my movements I leave impressions that will soon be washed away.  The tide is slowly coming in. 

Walking. breathing everything in. We stop, and with finger or rock I make marks, interacting with the sand. From my movements I leave impressions that will soon be washed away. 

The tide is slowly coming in. 

Sep 7 2009
Aug 18 2009
Laughing, the three of us sitting on top of a hill of wild flowers, listening to the song of a Bavarian girl. 

Laughing, the three of us sitting on top of a hill of wild flowers, listening to the song of a Bavarian girl. 

Aug 17 2009
Life; its lessons, its loves, it pains and beauty.     Sometimes I weep in the beauty around me, at other times tears fall from my eyes in the moments when I walk through the streets or the countryside, in a trance; feeling pure being, the very ‘I’ that I am below the mask of ego.  It is in these intense and fleeting instances where I can feel my chest buzzing and I feel dizzy, glorious, and all about me flashes as I glance and see plants and flowers and clouds and sky and then, as the night manifests into being, I see the stars and I cry with such happiness that I’m alive, that I am still breathing and beating, bursting where I stand. 

Life; its lessons, its loves, it pains and beauty. 

   Sometimes I weep in the beauty around me, at other times tears fall from my eyes in the moments when I walk through the streets or the countryside, in a trance; feeling pure being, the very ‘I’ that I am below the mask of ego. 

It is in these intense and fleeting instances where I can feel my chest buzzing and I feel dizzy, glorious, and all about me flashes as I glance and see plants and flowers and clouds and sky and then, as the night manifests into being, I see the stars and I cry with such happiness that I’m alive, that I am still breathing and beating, bursting where I stand. 

Aug 12 2009
Walking into empty spaces…

Walking into empty spaces…

Aug 10 2009
We had been driving for some time; through open plains, villages and towns, weaving slowly towards the mountains. The sky was blue that day, with only a scattering of clouds silently creeping above us.  Outside the Jain Temple in Ranakpur we stopped.  The sun was high and strong, though a breeze softened its intensity, it cooled us down as the flags flapped from their masts. Inside a young man approached us, wanting to take us on a tour. I do not remember any of his words, just his face; a face so young and deep, searching for a truth he strove to find..

We had been driving for some time; through open plains, villages and towns, weaving slowly towards the mountains. The sky was blue that day, with only a scattering of clouds silently creeping above us. 

Outside the Jain Temple in Ranakpur we stopped. 

The sun was high and strong, though a breeze softened its intensity, it cooled us down as the flags flapped from their masts. Inside a young man approached us, wanting to take us on a tour. I do not remember any of his words, just his face; a face so young and deep, searching for a truth he strove to find..

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