From my perspective, these boots are not made for walking…
An odes to beauty and fragility crafted on a torn book covers…
The wild and mysterious art form they call collage, can also be cure for chaos…
Todays weather forecast says there’s 98% possibility for a visual pop hurricane…
Knock knock. Who’s there? Max. Max who? Max-o-Motherfuckin Boss-Matic.
Sometimes you just need a certain chaos to see the hidden meanings…
Sometimes these pieces of paper stuck together are the key into your mind…
Like Leonard Cohen said, Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin…