A girl perches on a fence, looking up at an enormous statue of the Buddha. Echoes of cathedrals and sacred halls define her path to enlightenment, and feathers fall in the foreground. The title text is written in a messy hand script.
The central quote and framing has been around for a while, but now it has a shiny new home in some rosy architectural nonsense. The
Updated version with better legibility! A paraphrasing from an essay in Holy Nonsense, the words float over an ethereal sunrise, where a person stands with
Ghostly castles and manors dominate a landscape of mountains and cliffs, with fairy lights and flowers under a brooding sky. The title text hangs at
Grief isn’t something that happens in one go, and it isn’t something that stays in its box. I find every funeral I end up at
A winged devil sits on the corner of the framed title text. Behind him, surreal faces melt into one another with open mouths and empty
A solitary tree sits on a dreamlike plain, cut through by a ribbon of water or something entirely stranger. Splatters of color and hints of
