I am entangled in a compulsive need to create.

This collection of images is a peephole into the inky interiors of a story that is being spoken in silent tongues, transcribed backwards and upside down in cryptograms, held up to a mirror: for you, for me.  These pages are stitched together by unseen wires and threads, ley lines that help me feel my way across the topography of a wasteland memory where ghosts linger like smoke and immobilize like tar.


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