BLACKOUT
I woke up
the silence is not silent.
whispers, through radioactive silk
charred.
in oblivion mode.
— ,
dancing without the flesh of meaning.
not light, not you, not a house
error protocol in the vision system,
a fragment of a dream
my future:
a pixelated ghost
on the border of war.
and here —
missiles in dense layers of the atmosphere,
knock together like holograms
from the archives of military museums,
step by step —
along the shaky fantasies of presidents.
explosions — not a sound,
but the architecture of decay.
topology of pain:
a vector leading into the depths of silence.
stone sings
in the language of destruction,
and dust is just time,
becoming matter.
silence now —
not emptiness,
but a form of speech,
from which
they took away
vowels
please save me, please rescue me,
please save me, please rescue me,
please save me, please rescue me.
contingency of existence
mushrooms dot the landscape
the dense moss, rich with moisture, is a perfect growing medium for iceland’s many species of mushrooms. experienced mushroom hunters know to visit their favorite spots a few days after it rains to find the biggest variety.
mushrooms dot the landscape
the dense moss, rich with moisture, is a perfect growing medium for iceland’s many species of mushrooms. experienced mushroom hunters know to visit their favorite spots a few days after it rains to find the biggest variety.
an island created by volcanoes
iceland’s geothermic pools and black sand beaches create stunning compositions from the air. both are created by the island’s constant volcanic activity.
natural beauty in its rawest form
iceland’s surface is carved by water, originating from either its massive glaciers or abundant rainfall.
the sun’s angle at this latitude produces deep and contrasty colors, drawing out the blacks in the volcanic soil and saturating the greens from the grasses and moss.
shop prints
a2 sized digital c prints, suitable for framing. each edition is limited to ten prints.
