Goldies

Hunting under water!

Originals

How they cried till they could no more! Tales of cut-throat woe reverberated in their hollow shells, endless, eternal.

Ah Dido- the Fated Queen

“The inward fire eats the soft marrow away,
And the internal wound bleeds on in silence. (4.93-94)”

-The Aeneid.

Galaxy-Mania

Time and again, I like to come back to it because it’s a paradox, and facing it is necessary, if I hope to re-evaluate myself. It’s an expression of catharsis and a deep-seated existential angst at the same time.

Autumn- Yay!

The time of the year, when the trees attune themselves to the swan song of the summers, is upon us. Playing around the red-yellow spectrum, the leafs welcome the wails of winter.

A Tree it is!

Another Tea creation.