from pollen to posthumous

if we stem from such a source that can not be define by descriptions...



then when we finally see the light...our journey has already begun...




mirrored be our return too ... as our findings lie within our self...it is you job to describe the shadows that dance from the flicker of the fire...



know that you are always so close...and that is why we continue...and when its your time...


you will be faced with a confrontation of yourself...








glazed kid

♫ænd...well...that art thou

mirrored flesh...and whats left?




nothing...but probably one

the separation of dichotomous portals

a widened expanse of the cliche sun vs. moon



to shrink and be consumed by aggression or that bloom...



but thats a black and white contract that doesnt really exist...its much more a homogenous gray

the sky is FALLING!!

something is amiss...


and it seems as tho the ceiling has shifted...

a conjured installation too convincing for its own good...



our collaborative efforts to make the ceiling drip was received as an actual architectural malfunction...

and the faculty of Tyler School of Art at Elkins Park campus were forced to caution tape and shut down the main entrance to the Penrose Building...oopseas...

obligated to ask

gas mask?