Hours, days, years go by. History unfolds to tell the same tales. We erase, rewind, move forward, move back, sometimes we ride the wave and float above life, and the rest loses its defined contours.
This is when deconstruction occurs, to be then followed by REBIRTH.
We see, feel and touch the source of truth. Those moments of pure rapture, we cherish in here, and try to capture in quick silky purple notes.