Demarcations | Through time Off the interstate Cluster coincidence |
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isual poetry found in black and white emotion, rendering the invisible from the edges. Dreaming and reality begin to merge into one entity. Drive-by shooting and infrared radiation combine to produce ethereal imagery with sci-fi overtones. This one looks like it might translate well to photogravure. Time will tell.
“Time is of your own making;
its clock ticks in your head.
The moment you stop thought
time too stops dead.” - Angelus Silesius
