Driven by a plethora of uncontrollable urges intertwined in the complex tapestry of existence, the artist wanders, searching—unearthing fragments of saturated nostalgia coated in sediment of forgotten tomorrows and irrevocable yawns. Where do the lost streams flow towards?
Yearning is a pulse—a throbbing beat that stitches the fabric of the present—radiating, fading, collapsing into torrents of stupored dreams. Reality stretches thin, with desire weaving into the mundane, blurry and dilated.
Echoes of lives unlived, drenched in illusion—are we mere shadows dancing under the gaslight, unaware of the staging? When passion flickers like a candle in the abyss of a windless night.
The wavering boundaries between our collective consciousness reflect forgotten pathways; paths forged, rerouted, or lost entirely like sandcastles swallowed by relentless seas. Philosophy invites each question, yet the answers scatter like ash.
Accessing these streams involves an intimate embrace of the disjointed fragments. Each capillary pulsates with untraceable connections, inversely proportional to their existence.
Unearth the Shadows or perhaps, seek The Current Fable.