#031

#031: A white field with black sides shifting into glitch pixels from the top and left.

 

It’s a place of contradiction
Something about this field is so beckoning
Yet warning, cautioning, unease and foreboding
Is it a place of safety and danger?
Is it a place of hope and despair?
Shifting into space
The line wavers, but never breaks
A boundary between two worlds
Blurring

#030
#032