Cil Rialiagh, Oct 2005

The charcoals quenched my consuming thirst for immediate subtle depth. I needed an honest translation of my experiences, the energy is so overpoweringthat it needed to simply flow through me. The charcoals my most intimate lense, the vessels in which I sailed over to the mists in the ocean. Light dominated and opened the doors of my perception to vast deep realms of timeless being.


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