WATER IS WATER, or perhaps the time that remains.
I've got something to do but I don’t know what.
I've got something to say but I don’t know how.
Desire towards a place, rather action than thought, inter – action kind of moments.
shedding layers without losing myself, generosity with no boundaries, delicate turnings giving space to a spectrum of colors.
observing my private story interwoven within the collective one.
I want to remember who I am, please remind me who I am, tell me who I am. remembering the fragility of Dis - connect - ing.
Material lacks function, purposeless.
I want to: draw, play, love, fly, get outside. be together, be a part of. Leap. Turn. Dance more and more.
Soft coal roughly sketching.
Going backwards to pre-historic simplicity where the empty void of the cave hollows you until the magic happens. Float like a feather sting like a star
a birded eagle, living on the top of the mountain, looking for a family.
Once in a while you can hear his whistle towards the unknown where his lover awaits him or perhaps the other in himself.
Silence . The fog reveals the mountains that reveal the fog and it's outline emphasizes your immanence.
You lay down listen to your Heartbeats, there's a white light around as if you are inside a cloud.
imagine someone you love next you. look at this person, becoming smoke and vanishing.
Things are not perfect, also those that attempt to.
Home needs a certain light, Time.
WATER IS WATER, or perhaps the time that remains.
I've got something to do but I don’t know what.
I've got something to say but I don’t know how.
Desire towards a place, rather action than thought, inter – action kind of moments.
shedding layers without losing myself, generosity with no boundaries, delicate turnings giving space to a spectrum of colors.
observing my private story interwoven within the collective one.
I want to remember who I am, please remind me who I am, tell me who I am. remembering the fragility of Dis - connect - ing.
Material lacks function, purposeless.
I want to: draw, play, love, fly, get outside. be together, be a part of. Leap. Turn. Dance more and more.
Soft coal roughly sketching.
Going backwards to pre-historic simplicity where the empty void of the cave hollows you until the magic happens. Float like a feather sting like a star
a birded eagle, living on the top of the mountain, looking for a family.
Once in a while you can hear his whistle towards the unknown where his lover awaits him or perhaps the other in himself.
Silence . The fog reveals the mountains that reveal the fog and it's outline emphasizes your immanence.
You lay down listen to your Heartbeats, there's a white light around as if you are inside a cloud.
imagine someone you love next you. look at this person, becoming smoke and vanishing.
Things are not perfect, also those that attempt to.
Home needs a certain light, Time.