the black cat & the birds eye
a place to shape validity through imagination
1.25.2011
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a substance that flows and takes on the form of its vessel
Zena Holloway |
Andy Goldsworthy |
Eugenio Recuenco |
"Come, my love, we have oceans to sail." -Saul Williams
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The First Frame
I am woken from my slumber
as the night greets me
with its volley
The clouds brush my visage
and draw me to the window
Ive felt you coming for awhile
and here you are now
nudging me to arise from my
hazy dreams
Checking into reality
always a difficult task
But now its time for movement
and for life to begin its adventures
as the night greets me
with its volley
The clouds brush my visage
and draw me to the window
Ive felt you coming for awhile
and here you are now
nudging me to arise from my
hazy dreams
Checking into reality
always a difficult task
But now its time for movement
and for life to begin its adventures
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