Drawings: Shaman’s Notebook
Ongoing series exploring the non-linear space of personal lore, otherworldly visions, and hypnogogia. Graphite on paper / ink on paper.
I was taken to the cave by escort. There I was left
The flute was his binocular.
Her tears were made of straw
They could see me through the window
Their Masks Were Unconvincing
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Seraphim
Seraphim 2
I noticed
The Licks of flames