The wind is howling outside. All afternoon, from the back of our house, we watched the century-old palm trees that lined Canning Street bend and weave. Icy air is piercing through the cracks in our own old window panes and, after a week of short sleeves and cold drinks, the heater is back on and turned up high.
I wish the wind would create this beautiful ink music on our walls.
irregular flow from ozan tekin on Vimeo.
Have a beautiful weekend.
oh wow thats incredible – wonder how they got the ink to flow in time to the music and in the right place (where she put her fingers!)
Its really hot up here – too hot already for this time of the year!
Wish we still had to wear warm clothes – love days snuggling inside with the heater.