Artworks

The only remaining coral of the seafloor is no longer in concert with the sea. Changing tides bring new meaning to the lush landscape of the infinite valley. I can see the gently dimming moon passing through the shadows of low flying clouds over the horizon. Alone, I ride with the wind at my back. I’ve been contemplating ancient artifacts in my mind in the form of memories of lifetimes from thousands of years ago. I see tiny electrically charged particles of glowing micro-fibers all around me, but I am unsure of their meaning.