Sophie & Joni by Francesca Baker

Like Joni, I watch the sweet splices of pure silver melodies that thread me to the world. I swirl grids of esoteric mystery under thick inky ecliptic apples with a salt and pepper surface. Twenty-eight orbs; infinite colours. Illuminated, independent of I, the light shifts and sifts long lingering shadows. I wait under warm skies in the omnificent mesmeric afterglow. Until tomorrow.


Based on Sophie Grandval – Phases of the Moon

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