𐤏 | TIME TRĀVELLER

  TIME TRĀVELLER ĀPC-This work belongs to the heĀrtist's Private Collection which he shares with the public at the NEM in full size. original heārtwork is not for sale. Woke up to a dimmed morning, the sun had not yet risen and the first rains of this upcoming winter were falling intermittently.I'm reading a chapter in the book disquiet and the shadows of the letters becomes as heavy as the thick book in my hands, my eyes want to sleep and I fall into an enchanted deep sleep.I am reawakening in this never-ending dirt road of the dead seas among the unwritten words in the foreign deserts that are so familiar to me between some-where and no-where I envision the ever-growing wax mountains that constantly growing, hidden in the middle of a narrow path, is the lighthouse of lost desires which covers with bricks layers of buried dreams dust.I go up the spiral staircase up to the roof of the lighthouse and wonder to myself, why is there a lighthouse placed here when there is no sea