So
Things kept coming in their monotony —glimpses of other showed up, but did not seem to last for long. Courses were set, and the world had spun.
Then? Release.
Feast for brightness.
Purpose and intent.
There are those things which only flourish in particular light. Let it be full.
Sea of Gold, Gina Renee 2020
ink on paper, purple photographic edit
Sand and Sea, Gina Renee 2020
ink on paper, light photographic edit