Moses and the Dove

">Moses and the Dove



An aura of omnipresence, a scent that surrounds. A trail of smoke makes ghost-like patterns in the air, crafted to build roles but fails. Amongst the stars, thoughtless and fearless, dancing into infinity, space is nothing, time is nothing .In the midst of the cold, baptized in streaks of orange and yellow. Fishing lines cut patterns in the softly moving canvas and separates the waters.



Solitude is a blanket. Light leaps from the water into the iris. Tangled hair strewn about, dancing in the wind, mimicking the waves. Sinking with every progression but never quite lost. Wings of white roll past as they embark on a journey to the outer reaches. Water and sky reflect one another, and questions of whether to fly or dive are left unanswered.