travesa series

skywaves

la mesa dam

floating...

reflections from above

hiding the currents

and mud...

i rise above all

blissfully and

with dignity

from rags to clinches

all pavements are mine
all thrown i keep
all creeks i've conquered
all bridges i've crossed

all shades my abode

all i have gratitude...

for letting me into this state

as a free and dying man

the living and the dead

the carcas

that you

ingest

is what

composes you

niteshift-child labor

"to eat or not to eat...

that is my fate..."

PARAMA PITA BABA KHI

aquaria