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sounding bubbles my refuge on the roof out the tiny window from an equally tiny loft space ventured self lead knowing illogical unborn siren only shining around something like 212 degrees the roof goes higher but not the unknown as a young man coping human the dusk fuss what is today in action sparse but more interested by flight of the incised aircraft's sunset glow this mountain out of focus gradient wood paneling division shaker reverb still bright blue to bright pink to dark brown and green to more rooftop unused as this one is playful energy comes more white and the alien star resemblance to identity and time's fortitude not to mention a peahen or the dynamic of a static sky









The conclusion of my etching class, what I have to show and now I am at Bennington, visiting. I will be heading around, visiting, heads up Baltimore, NYC, pa.

BLACK DICE- NITE CREME

TORO Y MOI - BLESSA