Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the rain undresses; falls on the naked streets below. each drop holds images: stories reflected and contained in the air, a fragment of breath, an angry word, a train station farewell. all these things tumble in droplets until they land with painterly precision on the naked, open canvas to make ever...

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