Lunaplena: The Pulse Of Roses

Instead of your voice, let your laugh stay in this frame. In the middle of this unmarked place between the high walls in front of dreams, Let yourself be a red dot in the middle of blue and green clouds, Let yourself be between the extended lines of the summit, Or in the middle of a long silence, you become a pulse in the dry veins. The path to the Land of Lights begins with a simple difference. A.M

This piece is a blend of physical and digital artistry. It is a portrait of myself, designed in a manual and physical form using a rapid pen.