Stars are events from the past. Imaginary lines between stars create constellations. Each constellation is a story we think is real....

When past is passed it is over and under, finished and buried. When past is past it is over and over, lingering over the present....

I am a vertical thread. You are a horizontal thread. We weave in and out, until we disappear and now a fabric is here....

In the darkest moments and beyond the clouds, stars put things into perspective....

When I am me and you are you and I am you and you are me, we are the Everything....

In the box, the puzzle is complete and whole. Outside, scattered pieces, each alone. Then each piece begins its quest to find others that fits best. When the puzzle returns to its previous state each piece disappears into a peace more great....

In the zoo, beautiful tigers and playful elephants. Strolling in their cages, we see their nature and ours....

As the thirsty child drinks from the inkwell, his parents turn white....

Fertilizer makes roses smell sweet and bloom. With too much: stink and doom....