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Flesh is to steel as rust is to my skin at dusk

Flesh is to steel as rust is to my skin at dusk

Neither distance or scale seemed to make sense to me as I sat in the valley, staring at the shadows, as they danced along the foliage to the rhythm of the sun (II)

Neither distance or scale seemed to make sense to me as I sat in the valley, staring at the shadows, as they danced along the foliage to the rhythm of the sun (II)

2018, After, before, yesterday, meanwhile, now, you, me, those, the others, right and left

2018, After, before, yesterday, meanwhile, now, you, me, those, the others, right and left

2017. the body will always bend

2017. the body will always bend

2017 walking through space

2017 walking through space

2015. Reclining Nude

2015. Reclining Nude

Archive (2012-2017)

Archive (2012-2017)