The peephole to gauge the demise of a civilization is the eye of a child who lost his innocence

Taking in the scent of flowers, she stood unflinching as the season change its course.

Celestial space

The man with powerful screams and colourful screens.

The storyteller with a vivid imagination and powerful vocals

The saintly celebrity who meditates through his illustrations

When the night creeps in and the world goes sai-lent, my vigil begins. Because that's what I do - I drink and I know things.

he fiesty illustrator 'deck'ing the world with his art and bringing' joy' to people

Somewhere between light and shade, a world awaits in flux. Many have travelled like you, my friend, and a few returned without the cuff

MORATTU SINGLE

It's Turning point

If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
If the night sets in, can the dawn be far behind?

H for Halfway

The sport of Haunting

Magic mushroom

AR experiment