umbra signatura

i wanted to capture the muse

the brush and its simple worship needed a ritual

something with weight

these pieces need to be warm to the touch

alive

the materials soft and transformative

paper wrinkling like the hermit’s stoic face

black as the knight that swings his sword

wildly

the water filled with crystals and even more intention

a ceremony of shape and smudge

smoke filled with memories lingers

ash adding texture

the floor should pound with lust

a ritual

the pressings of umbra signatura

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