In the wistful waiting for golden leaves and fog laden atmospheres t0 descend upon a world anticipating, I am suspended in a slice of time. Wildness wraps around me as I unfold from doubt to a cobra slithering in a mesmerizing trance. There, I am the passion of red flowers that will not be constrained. A dragon dance whose flame flickers with avaricious teeth.
art borrowed from Kia Fine Arts