Artist | Hobbyist
Clouds of the past, an ominous mass
obscures our future with the sins of our fathers.
We will turn our breath into an offering that drives the clouds away, remind all of the beauty that resides hidden under layers of ashes. Through our hunt for higher planes, we shall open a different kind of paradise inside of us, where we can lay down the servants of our souls and stripped of all, face the world as it truly is, pulsating with a wanton desire to be seen.