Current Series: Iconoclast

One body develops until its clarity grows bull horned and unmoving. The image is smothered to a blank slate. A new one begins.
This is the wheel that which rotates until no ground remains to roll forth upon.

Gravity gives out.

The subsequent free
fall
catalyst
brings the defacement whose roots have dug down deep into the inclination to diminish the self’s salience.

The impact is not death. The impact is not erasure. The impact is also not a confession bridled with the materials historic fluency.
A new body is birthed from multiplicity.

All that was smothered dissolves into one and the many reawaken to their embrace of the

infant singular.