‘As we lay on the grass I’d shoot comets at you and you’d return your flares, we’d have our heads in the clouds, jumping across different galaxies and rolling along the hills, exploring new worlds and exhaling new atmospheres
We bore a star that sprouted when our orbits collided and danced along the meadows of the milky way, a collision of heavenly bodies that collapsed into our cores and ripped the universe, welcoming new possibilities, birthing new galaxies.’
Gino Miguel // Nebula
A3 art. Fine Colour Markers, ink, water colour paints/pencils and Posca markers on Marker Pad paper.
