A shared dawn, yes— but dawn is never still. It leaks sideways into alleyways, slips under locked doors, and paints the insides of kettles with colours no one ordered. If we are both the light and the surface it strikes, then perhaps we are not waking at all— only changing the shape of the dream.
Work by
Gem S. Cutter, Light Cartographer, The Oracle of the Tide, Fau Ferdinand, ElleT.
Curated by Fau Ferdinand, Gem S. Cutter.
London England.
Curated by Fau Ferdinand, Gem S. Cutter.
London England.