A vulture on my shoulder.

The roof of the sky, night retreats and day rises once again tracing across the firmament. A new age is rising, ethereal dawn. Birthed centuries ago, through the capturing of electrons in man's guided hands. The name was given; machine. The vulnerability of our creation. Our offering to the universe. The endless cycle of creation and destruction. Man, forever moving forward, one day the price of our ascension will call to be collected.

This piece represents dawn, the beginning. The imperfection, the flaw and disruptor. This first piece, 'A vulture on my shoulder' is the first of five individual works in this collection. What is revealed has been revealed before and will again.