Wind Owls - Limited Edition 1 of 21 Photograph

There was a wind owl. His blue-sky eyes would spell rock in the abyss with alleys; his allies were valleys where Neptune could wear. Nothing would bear, abide, will yield. This is a moment of abandonment and encounter. A contradiction, a paradigm. A crash between contrary forces who are inevitably made for each other, even if they crack time-space in the process. Because windows are made to be broken. I am obssesed with the idea of windows as portals, like oracles, possibilities, Schrödinger's cats. “Hay amor y hay amor”, escribe Crowley, “Existe la paloma y existe la serpiente. Escoge bien. Choose ye well."