There are more to things than meets the eye; curves harbour linearity and chaos entombs order; sometimes it takes a rearrangement of spaces and a defiance of memory for symmetry to re-emerge, once again.
Re-emerge
High Noon Dreams
You find yourself in the middle of a dream, you are taking a walk in the park with the sun at its zenith, where everywhere you see it is green and fresh.You wake up, look out the window; it is high noon and the day is still young!
Patchwork of Desire
A patchwork of desire that runs amok- interrupted, determined and visible only when one stops to look back at the trail of color left behind..
