ghoulnextdoor:
Danielle van Ark: ‘Transience’ flowers and sand # 02 - 2011
Dreamed that I was in a strange little town, it almost seemed as if it were a movie set - all cardboard storefronts with nothing behind them save narrow alleyways. Everything was constantly changing and nothing was ever in the same spot twice. I spied a florist’s shop and I thought I would peek in at the beautiful flowers, but all I could do was press my face against the glass. When I stepped away I realized it was not glass at all, but a clear sheet of plastic wrap, and it had stuck to my face.
