What’s left is lost in memory interpret by a passing moth.
As values change from hand to hand time changes the mark into a marker.
For my clothing will fit the earth one day, and happily converse with the grass that embraces my laces.
My will be not my no more but yours as it always was.
As me myself and I became a we us ourselves.
F#CK Focus
FUCK FOCUS Focus is overrated, it's not a criteria per se. What is important is the emotion of the photo.It's something I realised when I made this photo 6 years ago.The photo shows us some women,...