Monthly drops, always something happening. Pictures of time going by.
Art reveals what words conceal. From the Renaissance thru the post-modern.
Lake winds shape the soul of the streets. The Second City from dusk ‘til dawn.
Music remembers what we forget. In the rhythms we find the universe.
Beacons carved from mortal grace. Along the path to enlightenment.
Spray cans birth the poetry of the streets. The art of the anonymous aerosol.
Fame fades. In the palimpsest, influence remains. The iconic, notorious black parade.
The graphic proxy surrounding Arktype. The virtue, the vice, the urban underbelly.
Magic hides in scattered things. Giving miscellanea a footprint in the fog.
Branches from the same tree. Nuclear family flow of consciousness.