Artist Info: Sinamort

"Long months disappear. Stable yet frail their creations. Map of life on your canvas - the chemical need for temporality. Silence suspended in frozen air. Sumbission sustained by the curve of your back. Doubts and fears on snow-white pillows. Moans and sighs in lungs' cold prison. Bristling foal who plays inside turns skeletal and useless outside. These astral dreams that turn to nightmares, passionate whispers morph to screams. Will we stay? The way we were?" [read more...]