The streets of Heraklion (Crete) and Athens, Wooster Collective in mind.

Shuttered, forgotten, left behind, unclaimed. Aged.

Yearning for freedom, for a voice, for a time to speak.

Another delicious bite into the blues and beiges of these materials. Focus on the negative space, the stark black shadows forming unrelenting triangles between the parallel lines. Lastly, take a deep chunk out of the wood with rusted tooth.

It is arguable how edible these colors are, but it is beyond doubt that they are superbly delicious.

A darkness. Its corners are serene, like small places of quiet wonder. Stay here, lie down, let the night wash over.

We stay still in the cracks of our dreams, monochromatic and silent.