Eloy Correia

A running out of future that grapples for its past. Like the folds of a blackhole, I wanted something guttural and familiar and as structurally unsound as life.

A city kid spends a day in the mountains.

A running out of future that grapples for its past. Like the folds of a blackhole, I wanted something guttural and familiar and as structurally unsound as life.