The beige double house is encircled
by operatic loved ones. Some
have passed on and some have stayed
inside the shared walls.
Residing together with living and dead
Azure blue figures form on a
lilac ridden horizon.
Dark Arsenic sun points it’s
rays toward eerie lemon-yellow
ghastly voices. Calling from beyond the
grave. Through narrow streets
of cobblestone and into
weird decadent cruck houses.
The wooden frames fill with otherworldly
images, etched in the foundations of
both peaceful Death & regretful Forgotten Time.