Tales
There are stories here, chronicled in the contours of bent limbs, waiting to unfold. Settle in. Get lost between the lines with me.
There are stories here, chronicled in the contours of bent limbs, waiting to unfold. Settle in. Get lost between the lines with me.
shadows fall unstraight, stroking sunlit skin like wisps of mem’ry, chiaroscuro silhouettes reminiscent of a lover’s touch
Night Music . repetition, exploration melody familiar embellished anew . Pachelbel: Variations, Canon . .
Lightning-illuminated snapshots thunder through my dreamscape, each zoom-lens freeze-frame pictorial saturated with sensory color: pregnant skies rumbling their imminent water break, city skyline reflecting the impending dark through high-rise glass… Read more »