Time passes and the essence of things transforms; colors and forms vary, but they find their place in art, in the imaginary, in us.
Time passes and the essence of things transforms; colors and forms vary, but they find their place in art, in the imaginary, in us.
RE: Beyond Human: Who Needs Money When You Can Have Weavers, Webs, Fungus, and Salts, and Be Grateful for It All?