The Muse

The muse is screaming in my face and all I can manage in reply is a sound. The nature of which is unintentional.

I want to make a series of images/movies of drawing music.

But now you must trust me more than anyone because I’ve seen things that you could only dream about. I’ve been to places that you’ll never find and I’ve had dreams that you couldn’t even fit inside your head.


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