The other day I was tidying up leftover fabrics from the Hoordan project in my studio, ... and these started coming out. In the end, this pastel mood, this little happiness… it’s more than enough for me.
As a kid I always dreamed of flying. Every time: a new place, a new scenario.
As a kid I always dreamed of flying. Every time: a new place, a new scenario.
I slashed through my dreams like a madman with thick oil paint, man
I slashed through my dreams like a madman with thick oil paint, man
If steel walls wrapped the western horizon… you still don’t know how stubborn I can get.
If steel walls wrapped the western horizon… you still don’t know how stubborn I can get.
I re-imagined some tracks, more rhythmic, more ritual.
I re-imagined some tracks, more rhythmic, more ritual.
