Objects of transportation.

Objects of meditation.

Objects to listen.

 

I brought a bag full of crystals, very uncommon and rare crystals.

 

When I was introduced to them, Angel, their owner shared each

of their stories, these stories were fascinating,

I wanted to crate portraits of them, and hear them speak.

 

The drawings are their voice; their myths,

Their body underneath the physics and as permeable and

intimate as an oral story.

Their size on the paper is their life size, decreasing and expanding 

as the journey of the soul.  

These symbols fuse as the fire and pressure that created them

and hopefully as revealing

as the act of looking at them and wander.

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