Where Solitude Sways

Artist. Amsterdam.

ART.
The faces of sunny or gloomy sundays.

The faces of sunny or gloomy sundays.

The overgrowth.

The overgrowth.

Masks and costumed lies.

Masks and costumed lies.

Mechanisms of day to day survival.

Mechanisms of day to day survival.

Water.

Water.

Now that I’m alone I feel the lonely brokennessOf all the wicked avenues I ever sold my on.

Now that I’m alone I feel the lonely brokenness
Of all the wicked avenues I ever sold my on.

The Panthers’ Promise

The Panthers’ Promise

Storms

Storms

Have you forgotten what happens while you sleep?

Have you forgotten what happens while you sleep?

I care no more for the skin I inhabit.

I care no more for the skin I inhabit.