
I have a dream, boys. Thieves with lightbulbs up their asses. Empty shoe boxes. Hurt people, still hopeful...
Only four pens in front of me, four colors. I started drawing lines with each one.

Only four pens in front of me, four colors. I started drawing lines with each one.

After a few Amsterdam hits, silhouettes started showing up, slowly.

After a few Amsterdam hits, silhouettes started showing up, slowly.

A visual response to a song made by Çalka

A visual response to a song made by Çalka

From one melody to 30 tracks, and a long visual journey.

From one melody to 30 tracks, and a long visual journey.
