
I’ve got a comrade. At some point he was doing insanely beautiful pours with liquid acrylic, ... and I tried to start from his dreams. Paint, paint… and the mind-stream dragged me right here.
From one melody to a ridiculous audio-visual trip.

From one melody to a ridiculous audio-visual trip.

The dervishes in my heart, chasing the flavors they worship.

The dervishes in my heart, chasing the flavors they worship.

You can’t resurrect the dead. They’re happy like that. They’re fine. They’re good.

You can’t resurrect the dead. They’re happy like that. They’re fine. They’re good.

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

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