Light on the sills like torn lace,
Pale bone china, wearing thin,
And time flitting through the windows,
Dark green and deep...
I really do love how the Polaroid ages each image, and softens the world into a vague beauty.
I'm working on The Oracle narrative, I feel as if it has become stagnant, I don't know where I'm taking it... I have ideas I want to work with, tangible objects, but as for the narrative, it hasn't moved on...