8"x 13" Each. Mixed Media Press.
Something dies in us as we age. From the ashes of these dead ethos, we gain a new and glorious insight. Simply, this is what separates children from adults.
The decay of nature forever continues it's cycle onward.
Suffice to say: Wisdom is gained from (sometimes) painful growth.
Something dies in all of us as we realize our own fate is in our hands. Let it fester.
Something dies in us as we lose our imagination, but only as reality blossoms at our fingertips.
