My Blue Wave (1 of 14)
"'Maybe,' the town manager ponders, 'we really are nothing but the future dreams of the ancient dead.'"
Volatile images composed sight unseen: poetic and grotesque, carnal and discarnate.
A fever dream of fleeting, nocturnal figures and luminous streets.
Volatile images composed sight unseen: poetic and grotesque, carnal and discarnate.
A fever dream of fleeting, nocturnal figures and luminous streets.
A complete re-imagining of the tarot deck: 79 photographs and text drawn from two decades of work
and my own Major Arcana, suits, and court cards. Includes an interactive Celtic Cross spread.
Ghostly urban candids, a dirty windshield, and two lean coyotes in the desert.
Ten days in Los Angeles.
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