An iridescence stains the skin of our inner face. The one we would impose upon all the ways of our life. This Daemon of darker and older magic, this angel of real risk is the whole inrushing current of our soul. We have been wed to the longing our whole life, every perfect sunset, every perfect moment, unified act, creative impulse is our true face aching for release. Through us the divine seeks a normal life.
Giclée print $600
