- lia rowell 2018
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Be it sunny, stormy, sweet, salty, grainy, sad or surprising, it had a reason to be, it.

In my mind I could undergo photosynthesis as well as fly.

I transformed my pets into people, and translated their sounds into my language, giving them an utterance as they sounded delicious.

Once a sculpture is observed, every step makes it different. An angle of meaning, a story of a memory.