At the base of the tree there was a welcome mat of fresh pine needles. A rickety spiral staircase of bark encircled the trunk, leading upward into its branches and a colonnade of oak pillars hidden within the hemisphere of its unbreathing and undying foliage. A committee of insects who were previously reported missing arrived in single file, climbing up the spiral staircase and into the shadows of a womb in the tree’s hollow apex. It was there that I first met you. We both had trouble seeing in the dim light of the womb.Model: PALESAENT
Photography: CORPSE ON PUMPKIN
The ray (1909) Felix Valloton
Charles, I can not remember what time you come for a coffee with Meagan and Melody and for sign your picture?
"turn the dark on" devon aoki by mario sorrenti for the face, october 1997