Images, Texts & Mutagenesis

White Butterflies

Night falls, hazy and purple. Vague green and mauve luminosities persist behind the tower of the church. The road ascends full of shadows, of bells, of the fragrance of grass, of songs, of weariness, of desire. Suddenly a dark man wearing a cap and carrying a pick, his face

…growing from the middle…

Stitches are like lines that string together absence and presence. Now you see them and now you don’t. When they are above the surface, they fit the visibility register. Or when they slip away from our sight, they keep sustaining their existence from the underside. What is absent above is present below,