Like a scene from a post-apocalyptic future, survivors indulging in a few remaining vices before the sun has set.
Poincaré cross-section of smoke caught in the fading light, tumbling vortices swirl and collide in fine-grained confusion.
Like a scene from a post-apocalyptic future, survivors indulging in a few remaining vices before the sun has set.
Poincaré cross-section of smoke caught in the fading light, tumbling vortices swirl and collide in fine-grained confusion.
You should start writing my posts! I really enjoy your comments.
Much like Toulouse-Lautrec at Moulin Rouge, the inspiration is there and I merely act upon it. I think he would've approved of the virtual collaboration between the visual and written arts.
The muse I serve has no name, but her smile fills my heart like the new day's dawn.
We need to collaborate some day! :)