Artwork studies on the the Winter trees transitioning towards Autumn. Reluctantly. It's that time of year and time is playing a waiting game. Just waiting. Time is life, everything else is just waiting.
A place to park those random thoughts, stolen images, hidden conversations and incoherent babble from beyond the wall of sleep. Odd bits of music and so-called worldly wisdom may creep in from time to time. Don't expect too much and you won't feel let down.
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