Unique to this medium, a new sensation bubbles in an artist at his desk this afternoon. Birds chirp a street away, a Yorkie yelps from a fenced corner and liquid drum and bass splashes the air. Room to breathe, the work requires, thus, presently the urge to strategically withhold the art, its improvement, and the gratification of sharing sits. Film plays an excellent keeper, locking away frames of time, for your viewing pleasure. Without further ado.
