The rising sun warms the fallen snow. And throughout the day, as shadow gives way to light, the potential possibility succumbs to the natural cycles of the inevitable.
It is in this moment that the seed germinates, and the dawn of the creative expression manifests itself. Within this creative expression dwells everything that was, is, and will be. This is the garden.




…and after some thought and ponder, I began to carve onto the stones: the foundational template of my righteous universe. Over a span, these results became cyclical, with no beginning or end. In this cycle exists all things, known and unknown. They are as real for me as they have become for you. This is an act of God; in which, I am created in the image of. I am man, and this is Genesis.


































































