Are the rose pettals not the lips of the flower?
Is a man not bound to his own skin?
Can we not sneeze without the man who guides our breath?
The moon whispers its haunting glow into the deeps of my eyes, a task only i can achieve has come forth.
Many questions but only one answer.
This flash takes a deep seeded part of my life and brings it forth. Animating was a passion and an addiction. Gaze into the deep sorrowful eyes of Jimmy and feel what he feels. Such a connection is the only way to experience such a trip through the psyche of the lone artist left in a cave...
A cave of truth. And only one thing that will ever leave that place is... Nothing.