When Will I be Loved
As the darkness enshrouds the room, the cigarette smoke is swept by the fan into a spiral. Fibonacci he thinks, always intrigued by spirals. Every artist attempts to make use of symbology, if only for their own validity He’s attempted it too, pulling in the orbit of time and exploding stars. He hasn’t reached anything. Not yet. Though, in his own words, he still believes in miracles. At an age in which the tooth fairy, the Easter Bunny and Angels have all joined the realm of the Seven Dwarfs, Gepetto and Happily Ever After. There’s still an intrigue, motionless as […]