Rooms, objects and weather behaving badly.
The horse has seen the forecast and chosen dignity. Alone in a dark field, he stands perfectly still beneath a cloud that looks less like weather and more like a mountain passing overhead. The light catches both figures—the bright edge of the cloud, the pale curve of the horse—while everything else slips into deep blue silence.
Apparently the ghost lives in the mirror. The furniture is just trying not to get involved.
Even the dream is out of your price range.
She looks like she left the party by levitating out of a bad conversation.
A simple assignment: make the invisible visible.
Imagine showing up for your big scene and discovering the clouds got all the lines.
Some meetings could’ve been an email. This one apparently required a moon the size of a small country.
Imagine if every thought you were trying to keep to yourself suddenly required its own airspace.
Some clouds drift majestically across the heavens. This one called an Uber and ended up in a parking lot.
Well. That’s one way to make an entrance.
