What is essential is invisible to the eye . Collapsing stars ..
Studying the shadows . Seeing sound .
Disappearing between the lines ..
The language inside my head .


the people i don't know but wish i did

two more i made...

this is the same girl with one of her brother's in both photographs..
vacationing near and in an unknown lake.
the pages are from a book from 1916 to frame them.

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