S i N?

I made this erasure poem from the lyrics of The Smiths’ “How Soon is Now?” S    i   N  ? I the heir Of criminal s mouth s wrong human s o th eir s son s s wrong s club real love And leave home to die “now” when ? wait go sh…

Being

Wherefore also we must acknowledge that there is one kind of being which is always the same, uncreated and indestructible, never receiving anything into itself from without, nor itself going out to any other, but invisible and imperceptible by any sense, and of which the contemplation is granted to intelligence only. Plato, the Timaeus

Her

Poetry about Platonic Khôra and photographs of the woods.

Loving Vincent

Loving Vincent is the first full-length animated feature made with oil paintings.

Eternal

A photograph and poem couple echoing eternity.