Elektra

In this New England winter scene, the solitary maple tree is a survivor, growing around and upon the sharp staves of a black wrought iron fence in the snow.

“Ich war ein schwarzer Leichnam unter Lebenden” “I was a corpse among the living” I was mesmerized in the balcony as my eyes followed the suspended Sputnik chandeliers’ dreamlike ascent toward the ceiling, passing right in front of my face as their lamps gradually extinguished and the house settled in anxious darkness. I had a… Continue reading Elektra