Lately, I have been thinking about stories as a constant. I’ve been musing about the tales I tell myself, and about how I am often wrapped up in narratives that I can only grasp with the benefit of space and time.
I am feeling more image-driven at the moment, and thus, I will present some of these stories in a series of images. These are images of what is constant in my present, future, and past.
I live in a story where I am never empty handed:
I also exist in a world that extends stories of disorientation:
And meanwhile, I seek the stories of magical nature and sacred seeds:
These three stories are present with me.