Images that evoke a question if not a narrative. What if Jesus had been a woman, would it have made things different or would things have had to be different? That moment, the one that changed everything and shamed us of our beauty, how did it really go down? Doesn't every exhibitionist need a voyeur? Is our true self so buried that it is hidden from even ourselves? In our dreams, perhaps? Were cave paintings the iconography of neanderthropic social media? Would unfriending require chipping images off the wall? Where better to dance, than on the Dunes of Self? Is the apple of my eye also the mote in my eye? What difference the beauty of a flower versus the beauty of a naked woman? Does the dream ever change once a girl transitions to a woman? WTF, who let you out of your lamp? And, what really is shared in the collective conscious?
Whimsical Surreality....
 What if? Symbiotic Voyeurdrome I CaveBook Apple of My Eye  Coloring Her World As She Sees It Jeanie to Genii |
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 That Moment. Loosing One's Self To Discover One's Self Dancing on the Dunes of One's Self Exhibiting Flowers The Music That Takes You Beyond Collective ConsciousReturn to Main Art Page
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