Late night prj, colour paper, thread rolls and buttons trial :”) . Home studio.
Together with the Beach boys and Kafka.
I was originally made from the buttons and thread
branch love.And Draw your painting in black and white. The seduced butterfly.
branch love .It’s a December afternoon.Sitting in the vast garden, She’s offered a cup of hot tea and some biscuits .The garden, toghether with various things above the branches are watching her closely, without her notice.They know her creature of habit.
(Air - Alone In Kyoto)
Dear Winter, Come clear dear, and come clean as well .We’ll soon reach a deadline when the devil heat can no longer exist in the pure garden without your permission. Fire in the garden? , just a loser’s trick.
branch love. Mystery beauty.
Hey little December, my cold yet elegant girl,time to sing your melody and froze those moments again . Havent you heard about the wind that take you high?. Welcome home, sincerely,Bienvenue.They cant stop you and your melody , which is echoing from the deep valley
It’s just how I love the way the branches look when they’re dried. So honest. Nothing can cover its true beauty and it cannot hide what ‘s inside. They don’t lie
branch love .A Falling Through_Ray LaMontagne
branch love .”He who plants a tree
Plants a hope.”
branch love .”I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest tree”