The Stories of the Lampposts
Once you are connected to and with the Universe, in an unprecedented alignment, as it is in my case, everything — becomes.
There are no veils.
Everything is as it is.
Transparent, translucid, luminous.
Not even the fog I couldn’t capture in these photos can interfere with the story.
The story is, as it is.
Not as perceived or imagined.
But as it is.
The lampposts have united in a song.
Their song of light.
One day it gives away painted flames.
One day it gives away stars… galaxies…
And I am yet to discover what other shapes of story it shall give away.
And the paintings stemming from the lampposts bear the stories…
The very stories of the lampposts.
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