CB01

(Some of us) Still run down the same [mental&emotional] streets we revered/reproached/replaced as children.

A woman returning home falls asleep and has vivid dreams that may or may not be happening in reality. Through repetitive images and complete...

Still it's really tall. Still it's really floundering/falling/fading.

Through a structuralist and simultaneously ambiguous form, the image's reality treads closer to the abstract, leaving the sunset and trees behind. As...

Lines align during acclimated apexes, shadowy vertices, and bright burrows.