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Ship of the Desert

dance like a peninsula tied to my fixed existence because this ship of the desert is leaving for the woods again where it ought to live from its own savanna once more And there I am….packing…again! Making everything ready for our trip to somewhere. Will I find my home this time? …I do hope so..Continue reading “Ship of the Desert”

Aiyana

Sometimes you let fear take over and things suddenly look rickety and weak.. You struggle.. The overwhelming illusion of gravity pulling you down. – Aiyana – Native American name for ‘forever flowering’. drawing/collage production date: January 2010 size: 30 x 30 cm material: cutout digital print and pencil on paper