Quirks

I find myself drawn to visions of the paradoxical, subjects that one cannot quite place in time, space or context.

The apparent tracks on the surface of the water with the cloud-vulture looming overhead; the nautilus-like iron staircase; the smooth hard nut within its fragile prickly skin; a lone mushroom collecting fresh rain water by the sea. These all evince “quirks” of man and nature that comprise the idiosyncratic, eternal crossovers from one sphere to another.

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