Category Archives: Alexa Ross
My eyes pan up, up, I raise my chin whispering to myself, imagine the wind. I wrote a poem when I was small about that exact space, right where the branches meet the wind. Their tiny bodies at its mercy … Continue reading
ps I now have a few pages of watercolor stationary…
How lucky are insects to hardly ever be caged like birds, deprived of their ability to fly. I can hardly believe it’s considered an humane practice at all. I guess that’s the trouble with our word “humane.” It’s contemplated much … Continue reading
Playing around with focus and space, the idea was for these images to be viewed as a collection in this order.