Plate Series - 1 of 6
A fragile foundation. A community, a social structure is built around them. Despite scarcely gracing the lips of their people, they remain a fixture within their minds. A charming and friendly stain on the carpet of your childhood home.
Plate Series - 2 of 6
The man who traded his soul to be discussed by people he does not know. Light passes through, but makes no distinction between foreground and background. He has become nothing but his own product. If he stops producing, he is nothing.
Plate Series - 3 of 6
The more she attempts to define herself, the less she sees in the mirror. The more she hunts and chases down the now bloody and mangled trophies to hang around her neck, the harder it is to tell that there is a human standing there.
Plate Series - 4 of 6
They have made peace with the fallacy of completeness. The Great Cycle is too vast to comprehend. They understand there is only moving forward, not completing. The cycles will end on their own time.
Plate Series - 5 of 6
An engine fueled by blood and spite. They will thrash against the night because to fight is to live. They revel in the ancient weight of pressure. They will burn bright, hot, and loud.
Rage, thy name is plate.
Plate Series - 6 of 6
The waning crescent. The flowers will bloom next spring without you. Very few heard you in the symphony of life, but you were there. You played with love.
The pebble drops through the well, waiting to echo your last breath.
It is time to rest.