• digital collage - Dream

    I use my dreams to disappear in, conceal my brooding truths, and pretend to live between realities— here is the story of last night’s dream. She says to me, consider the statue of David Greybeard, overlooking the Yarra River, the fish shimmering of mercury, effervescent green lawns. I say, oh, beautiful, beautiful, Greybeard’s open hand—their ...
  • 1168

    We wear the mask to protect you see, to pretend that we are not what others believe.   We wear the mask to hide behind, sending out the illusion that the world is blind.   We wear the mask to prevent the spread of people seeing inside our heads.   We wear the mask because ...