Lighght

My ears hear what others cannot hear; small faraway things people cannot normally see are visible to me. These senses are the fruits of a lifetime of longing, longing to be rescued, to be completed. Just as the skirt needs the wind to billow, I’m not formed by things that are of myself alone. I wear my father’s belt tied around my mother’s blouse, and shoes which are from my uncle. This is me. Just as a flower does not choose its color, we are not responsible for what we have come to be. Only once you realize this do you become free, and to become adult is to become free.

Evgeny Gorokhovsky (Ukrainian, b. 1951)

Interval of premonition, 1999

being alive is activity enough

Fuck it lets see what happens

a new collage for an old poem

Nymphs in the Pit

It's more fun to see this one with the reference.

I can't wait to get back to shows! This was a fun piece to work on in the meantime

Robert Fludd,  Utriusque Cosmi, 1619