A supple torrent of textures swell like a cerulean ecstasy that pulses through the eternal roots of your veins while the voice is a sponge of sweat that seeps into your pores with emerald eyes. Breath is weightless, boundless, endless, it howls into the stream of the nebula seeking the comfort of dreams where the gargoyle of sorrow melts deep into the sewer. This is love and all its winged beauty. Related projects: HEDIA , Midwife , Sister Grotto , Silver Shadows , Flying Circles