A collection of worlds to be traveled as a Landscape Gradually dropping through layers of fear and overwhelm, slowly traveling through worlds, frozen memory lands of unsafety and hurt. I feel sorrow and discomfort as I travel. I am always alone when I am here. Somewhere between dreaming and waking…

It moves without line. Without time. Quietly running, expanding and transforming, spilling through space, nourished by what was there before. Fingers and tongues licking red brick and timber, man and his story. The spreading fire resists definition, resists language – an elemental force that cannot be easily bound or held.…