ೋ..Stucco Facades..ೋ

[ënagualí ~ Ꮙℓἇ∂ἇ ኔጡ።]

©Pink moon over Coromandel NZ - photographer Vlada

ೋ..Stucco Facades..ೋ 

Images are conjured of rosy hope-inspiring rays..being gradually snuffled out by a encroaching frigid blackness of dust from a deserted night - Interminable dark hours ripe with those sinister secrets as potent nightmarish monstrosities, banished into soft light ..

It's no surprise to discover that metaphor for this realm of extreme as a possible ultimate demise..
It could be likened to the first pink pale rays of dawn creeping above the horizon to meet the gaze of ones eyes..

its successor the musky Dark Night..

as there is only one way anything can go - unless it remains unchanged..

this yet..still so majestic..

Who can say? Perhaps only time will tell, but one thing is for certain - the eagerly awaited is no slip towards the sunset..

©photographer Vlada

As Mother rumbles her total disgust of human kinds touch upon her beautiful tender skin,

she lets the colossal tectonic plates turn,

twist & buckle into a clattering humpfest..

While this undoubtedly is unsettling, its easy to imagine it being rewarding given a more daring exploratory attitude to the earthly elements she shares with us all,

her art work in the making,towers & spews of molten liquid from eloquent flowing fountains

makes for stucco facades of architectural skeletons upon this remarkably prolific world..

It's intentional ..like making conscious choices to advance,

lets face it she's in overload mode..

no longer able to maintain esque output levels without some cross-project seeping..

either way this is common aesthetics's its the presentation of a stellar key

inimitably pretentious yet such a grandeur ..

with her bombastic volcanic blasts & vitriotic sounds spewed up into the atmosphere...

when everything cools it all slots together,

this is deep stuff, time changing & keeps things real interesting...

Ꮙℓἇ∂ἇ..aka Reɪvən ღ

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