From the Archive: Santos House
c. 2011-2012
Oldie but worthy. People and place. Younger, wilder, worry-free.
PROSE: Melody slips through cracks; focus drifts and sharpens; atmosphere thickens; perspective tilts. Movement stirs, carrying us forward. Fire merges with flow, sparking creative renewal. Unseen anomaly, air and molecules that belong to the other, patterns and dreams labor in the yard, alive in the present and echoing in memory. Each element hums with energy. Separate realities collide to shape something quiet and new. By design or chance, we walked the path as it unfurled, then let it fade into memory, like an old roll of Kodak Film forgotten and then later appreciated.
