There is this wonderful place called the thrift store where I find plethora of random items begging to be revitalized into fun new things.
Volume. One Part Of a larger piece of art. Volume. One Space Where matter takes place. Volume. A loudness chart.
Who knew some paper scraps and branches from a dead avocado tree had so much potential.
Alone, she closed her eyes. Relief from clutter and lies. The imaginary expanse, Put her in a trance. Solitude. What a prize.