Stories of lives in flux, at the end, the beginning, the unknown, always struggling -- yet, even Still, Life: a collection of echoes...
...those mournful sounds trailing off in the distance beg to have their memories held tight to the page. Moments, snippets, glimpses into those breaths that we often hold for fear that letting them go means losing ourselves and becoming --
I am a storyteller and explorer
I am a spelunker of souls full of madness and love, rage and loss...
I open myself to their cries, allow them to use me -- a conduit -- to transfer their struggles, their triumphs, their despair and their magic from the dark depths of silence and out into the world.
I play their songs, give their voice air to be heard, so that they may then fall silent not with fear of oblivion, but with peace....
...of their story told.