Artist: Logosamphia

Songs like black cats, we cannot fathom whether they exist superimposed to our surroundings, or shadowlessly embedded within them, spilling through their invisible channels like ink on water, love or corruption. We link this peculiar effect to the continuity of their shape, the smoothness of their flow, their coating in a cloak of velvet and fuzz, which blurs them into the background, from where they machinate unacknowledged, counsellors of our subconscious. Alenka Sottler illustration via 50Watts . Logosamphia's Passage [...]

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