I just think perfection and lasting through the ages is for Greek statues, not us mere humans.
Escape is not about moving from one place to another. It's about becoming more.
I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white.
People will notice the beauty of what they usually ignore ~
When is a cell finally too small to hold our essence?
When your life has had few events to occupy it, it's amazing how a simple encounter can seem like an entire three-act play.