Fai doppio clic per modificare.

The flower in the dialogues flutters transparently, explores ,feels pane for something that no longer exists. I see well within the slot left by the distraction of the ephemeral, excavating deeply where it hurts in the the solitude, glancing slyly in unknown, hidden consciences, dark and hungry desolate worlds. The vibration of colors creates  spirituality as the large cathedral windows, the lyrics of the branches scream complacency and fear, the vision of a fetus that sees hope in the outside world through the veins of the womb: I am the fetus. My appendix looks both inside and outside the universe.

                                                                                                                                          Fiona Liberatore

HOME

Fai doppio clic per modificare.

The flower in the dialogues flutters transparently, explores ,feels pane for something that no longer exists. I see well within the slot left by the distraction of the ephemeral, excavating deeply where it hurts in the the solitude, glancing slyly in unknown, hidden consciences, dark and hungry desolate worlds. The vibration of colors creates  spirituality as the large cathedral windows, the lyrics of the branches scream complacency and fear, the vision of a fetus that sees hope in the outside world through the veins of the womb: I am the fetus. My appendix looks both inside and outside the universe.

                                                                                                                                          Fiona Liberatore

HOME