The sculptures of daedalus will become lifeless. Crumble down like pillars of salt. The murder of Talos seemed futile. Infected acropolis.
Photographers Archives: Aananda Antahleen
Trees fascinate me. Their lifelessness, asepticism, drabness. Their introvertness and apprehension. How still and daunted… And yet they are conscious, sensible; and often subtle.
Through happiness and woes. Comfort and agitation. We breathe. Through emptiness and fulfillment. Through death and a new outset.