Gouache on watercolor paper, ink on paper. sound
I finally put the phone down and lie down on the pillow.
I close my eyes and try to relax.
The waves come in and their passage rocks me
sleep, however, I can't lose consciousness.
Slowly I start sinking.
I'm not alone in the deep.
I fail.
Thoughts come flowing in like fumblers and
surround my body and soul.
Why did I say this?
Why didn't I say anything?
What am I actually doing?
I hate this.
I take my breath off air, salt water on my face.
Shut up! Go to sleep!
Everything will be still and I'm back in bed.
Slowly everything turns black.
The sun comes in.
the alarm clock rings.
i wake up.
Gouache on watercolor paper, ink on paper, sound.
I finally put the phone down and lie down on the pillow.
I close my eyes and try to relax.
The waves come in and their motion lulls me to sleep,
but I can't lose consciousness.
Slowly I begin to zinc.
I am not alone in the deep.
I'm startedled.
Thoughts come flooding in like tentacles and surround
my body and soul.
Why did I say this?
Why didn't I say anything?
What am I really doing?
I hate this.
I gasp for air, salt water on my face.
Shut up! Go to sleep!
Everything goes still and I'm back in bed.
Slowly everything goes black.
The sun comes in.
the alarm clo
Photos by: Sisters Lumiere
Tidal //Tides
The work in pictures.
