A red rose and it’s metallic other....
A road trip.... driving over asemic maybe-messages into a sunset.... something unknowable waiting around the bend.... discordant tilting herms along the roadside....
The startling things I find hiding among peony petals remind me of the subconscious....
I’m offering a location and props.... hoping you’ll project stories onto them.
A red rose and it’s metallic other....
A road trip.... driving over asemic maybe-messages into a sunset.... something unknowable waiting around the bend.... discordant tilting herms along the roadside....
The startling things I find hiding among peony petals remind me of the subconscious....
I’m offering a location and props.... hoping you’ll project stories onto them.
