Acrobats, I found you in a year when certain creativity was in the flux of bloom or chrysalis. Your eyes greeted mine with stark white cornstarch and charcoal on your foreheads… and your noses creased with a smile. It would... Continue Reading →
Acrobats, I found you in a year when certain creativity was in the flux of bloom or chrysalis. Your eyes greeted mine with stark white cornstarch and charcoal on your foreheads… and your noses creased with a smile. It would... Continue Reading →
Arcosanti June 2nd 2013