Posted by: leafvigurs | January 12, 2012

A story grows.


As a human I live in many changing worlds, as an artist one of the stranger ones has been the one of Starving Jane…. So many nights spent lost in a storm of music; a single candle lighting the twisting incense smoke, pencil in hand, carving a story into the page.


Fear and sadness in a dark town, with nowhere to hide. Yet also… joy? Joy in the realized freedom to sometimes breathe, sometimes scream out that darkness? To live in song? Where and when will we find the avocadochip?

The pencil suddenly snaps…

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