bone design

If the sun makes flowers in its own image then who's really calling the shots.


Like a tear that fell as rain and left a stain to remain on rock face cheek like sorrow leaves a streak on the skin and everything begins to be round


Upon internal reflection angled to catch the nuances of character as expression of freedom in the flight of wings that make no sound


Implied in shape and colour a texture like bone turns a random design to the nightmare image we find when we peek into the dead places.