fiction, FA, shameful self-promotion
I've been working on some narrative to give context to a sequence of images I had commissioned from Ficus last fall. Ostensibly a tale about transformation, the TF itself is just of a catalyst for exploring some potentially heavy metaphor.
The tale may be a bit emotionally intense. Then again, I am not a writer by any stretch, so your mileage may vary; reading this may instead be the literary equivalent of licking sandpaper.