in the mamagarden, the stemdata are living, breathing entities, infused with devotion by a resistant breeze–> each stem() with its unique curve, width, and angle, grows a quiet individuality, embodying the garden’s nurturing spirit*** within>the [orbCells] cradling their soft data, are like little seeds of affection—each one a pulse of emotion beating at its own pace &&> a…
depression tells me I’m not working but I must be – sort of – hence the “seers en abŷme” you see here – they are alive as they should be so why am I not crying? I asked the seers… we see you digging your own abyss of doubt>>>your chaotic energy/ dispersed across many states/…
“Political Acid” feels like a protest and a joke, a commentary and a question, a breath held in anticipation of something that may never fully materialise—capturing the essence of counter-culture, with all its beauty and futility. Lucien Aether “Political Acid” The white balloon, fragile and ephemeral, carries with it a sense of impermanence. Its form…