I never stop my experimental game. It seems to me sometimes that my camera is a magic wand that renders possible my cognition of the world.
I find myself dependent on those splashes of milk. What freakish forms they can take sometimes!
Crowns, flowers, rain drops, planets...
I'm a fashion victim
Olafur Arnalds. Lost song. Music that aches.
I would like to stop it here... For beauty is never enough)