Monday, August 28, 2006

dinosaurs in chains


Like a million red trumpets about to declare their brilliance, without a sound a flower speaks with authority.


Behind the brilliant display of invitation the source of the colour blends with the sunlight.


Dinosaurs in chains like symbols of things now past, as the mass appeal of the monster stands the test of time.


Arched like eyebrows from the sudden realization that all manifestation of individual parts are just distorted reflections of an even more complex whole made identifiable through the naming of its parts.


Some faces are obvious and others, well ... they abide on the other side of this for duality dictates balance.


Into each tiny little piece a bit of light must fall to designate a pattern for the grid that holds it all in place while separating the space.

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