Moons suspended in black coffins/cocoons of paper - the graphite is alive, mercurial, sometimes revealing, sometimes swallowing. 
                                                                                                      The graphite is alive.

Worlds inside worlds                                                                                                                                                                          The green is a door
A portal a window a language                                                                                                             Death and decay growth and life
Queerness is more than one thing at a time
The angels fell and became devils                                                                                                                               Bent halos
Oracles Demons Gays Shape shifters
                                                                                                                                                                    All of Us.