The Birth Of The Seed Crisp lines mark the point of juncture superseding parallel forms enveloping new space, playing the role of incubator needed to grow new life within the empty but fertile space, opening briefly to accommodate that which acts as the last connection prior to that birth – the birth of the seed. […]
Why all the burning lights in the sky? For what purpose do they shine? Rocks do that? But what set the rock on fire to burn forever till it dies to dust once again? I don’t want your foot in the sky, okay?