Tag Archives: Art
Winter, 2015
Artificial light is a flower. Everyone turns their head and forgets. A simple reminder.
The Anxiety of Potential
This is not fantasy. We are suffering. We are fumbling, directionless creatures propelled only by our ego and insatiable desire. There is no time to enjoy the sickening chaos. There is no room for congratulations. There is merely the unacknowledged fear that fuels our illusions of invincibility. The art is inhuman; it exists without permission […]