Impure bodies drenched in artificial sadness, the clock's ticking coincides with each heartbeat. Lies, deceit, carelessness. When will the world realize that compassion heals war's wounds? Compassion, not solely to fellow man, but to all living creatures. Peace imprints its path on the weather-worn landscape. All we must do, is learn to follow it.
My little aside project, I'm playing with objects that I can find at my work place. Even those that on first glance seem ordinary. I'm trying to make it visually interesting. Experimenting and trying new ideas.