something calls

Inside what appears to be empty a shadow cast seeks to fill the imbalance of incongruous lines


The blue discoloration is very strange. This reminds me of Pacman.


Here I am, see me defined within a vortex of vision, free from human intervention, a conduit for the expression of flow without an ego.


From inside the dark side spirits rise to balance out the purity of the bright side


Segmented by lines in the cut of the chain saw burning shadows into each slice of destruction yet hope abides in a seed that randomly found a way to get inside the ravages of time.


the anonymous

eye exploration
turns simplicity of shape
to integration
when river and stone welcome
a face with ten thousand names