“The disappearance of discernible items that we consider part of the terrain from fire hydrants to road signs seem obliterated and marshmallowed under the soft, yet threatening canvas or blanket of ice that permeates each picture. Houses tend towards the gingerbread with too much icing and though it can be suggested that it is possible […]
There are no names, just awkward glue marks and yellowing tape- completing a metaphor for the supine bodies within.
Within the event of this testimonial, we have supervised a position of conducting, in negative harmonics, a passage between the afterworld of death and our ability to master control over its parts by maintaining formal contact with the sub-committee of horror. Candy apples and razor blades Little dead are soon in graves I remember […]