A celebration of layers
The autumn breeze will lift the pages of my new book into the hands of the curious souls still interested in the seeds of this pumpkin.
For those who have emerged from obscure light with constellations of precious reflections rousing their heart, you will find a continuity of such divinity in perfected plastic iconic form in the mere appearance of living. From the confusion of searching for a single match in pitch dark freedom to the illusion of liberty woven with every thread pulled in the puppetry of live action heroics, the muse comes just in time with her tricked out treats, sights for sore eyes.
Beauty is a word to be forgotten and an action to be repeated.
Even the most sacred movement can scare the fly.
I will be happy to see you again.
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