SHORT DESCRIPTION

Welding, smoking, painting the marks of time maturing / From simplicity to luxury, resplendence to damage, time plays in flashback, pause, fast-forward and repeat / New and old, fast and slow, brilliant and gloomy / are the ravings that echo of a different dimension / The candles and their flame are a sacrificial ritual that crawl at the feet of time / Like a carbon copy of the Middle Ages, it has shocked the ancients and dazzled the contemporaries, black and white shadows intercrossing in space / Delicate and three-dimensional sketch strokes outline the textures impromptu / Light and shadows flicker, depth of field blur, full of changing emotion / Sumptuous golden shadows, like ghosts / Waver and float in the misty smoke / Oh, the unicorn that prances on the frontier between reality and dream / That graceful demeanor which I glimpsed, might it become a constant of the human world? / The palpable mottle is the haunting mark of devouring fire / The sober greyscale is formed exquisitely and with melancholy / Giving the senses a rich stimulus to document the decay, rebirth and transformation of material / Ceiling, floor and wall form the terse plot / The faint golden gleam is like dewdrops on a morning web / Scattered glimmering comets converse with candlelight, fueling the appropriate ambience for nostalgia / The last remaining rational existence is the night azure in the corner / The sapphire velour’s shimmer and soft touch / That luxury and mystery reminding one of the salon intimacy of the 1920’s