They rode on and the sun in the east flushed pale streaks of light and then a deeper run of color like blood seeping up in sudden reaches flaring planewise and where the earth drained up into the sky at the edge of creation the top of the sun rose out of nothing like the head of a great red phallus until it cleared the unseen rim and sat squat and pulsing and malevolent behind them.

There’s nothing the matter with his mind. He just does things in his own way and in his own time.

I feel like I&#39;m stepping into a place of spiritual contemplation every time I enter a studio; it&#39;s always had a certain magic to me that has never worn off with familiarity.

Written By Anastasia purea

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