“Will there come a day when wild magic comes to my bidding, reminding me what I should always know, allowing me to keep and create freely?
For now, I’m as a broken oracle, unformed and yet reforming where there should always remain something…
I am a mouthpiece nightingale, mutely seeking melodies that feed, arriving one moment to consume me – then flying away again, leaving me starving.”
Candid Corvid Productions 