decaying wonderland

a dream that didn't survive the morning

these are not prints. there will never be copies.what you see is what was ripped from a moment in time & sealed in paint.my work is divided into five seasons to organize the chaos within me.every canvas is born from one song. whether i've composed it myself or otherwise.the song is put on loop the second i start & don't stop until the piece is complete. no skipping. no switching. just the same sound drilled into my bones for weeks, sometimes months.obsession or nothing.♠ alice | artist