Negative Aura
Childhood memories of growing up under warm rays of light, a cool breeze at night caresses palm trees abundant in foliage composing theatrical leaf movements brushing against each other serenading the night. This is no more, air is space. Twisted moiré skies rule the atmosphere accompanied by ephemeral states of negativity from desperation to depression generating negative aura infesting the air and manifesting itself by scratching on our very surfaces. Grey skies, no warmth, trapped in a melancholic state as if a vortex of negativity is about to consume me I search for a diminutive ray of light to shine upon me, to save me. Incarcerated by negative aura, I want to get out.





