100 DAYS OF JOY
Soft, delicate and floating, like a balloon in the sky held in place, suspended by a thread of hair anchored to a rock. There is an element of travel, gliding from my intention into a journey of its own. The evolution of form.
Soft, delicate and floating, like a balloon in the sky held in place, suspended by a thread of hair anchored to a rock. There is an element of travel, gliding from my intention into a journey of its own. The evolution of form.
