Making myself and others appear as scenery or material reality.
Exploring light as very much what gives presense to the material world.
To show the alonenes of the human condition and how unimportant humans are in someway and tragicomic.
Big is bigger.
The writing fingers
Triggered to wearing silk gowns
Homeward bound is unlikely
I weave anyway.
CANDLES IN MY MIND
Its winter time. Smile child life is mild.
In the realm of a blue icle
Hold the warmth to your chest
Let yourself you are a best.
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