p.Rose JAN 31 2018 BY P.ROSE RHO(DOT)ROSE I want to write and essay “Light the poem”—day three:: THAT SCALABLE FUNCTION:: The cube is concentric volumes… And it speaks to Hallelujah. I will not give in. To the heart that speaks of sins. Beyond the paradise of product lines, we juxtapose a mother set of rhymes. Possible. A trace is made between the fields. A function of discrete appeal. My filter dreams are structured why? For pursuit of scenes and substance gone by. Old is new is old is new is old. What of the historic mode? It took sensations into“Naomi Scully”
Author: Naomi Scully
is a woman, crossing boundary lines. Love the exploration of concepts & ideas, the languages that express them. Celebrate art in the design of all things creative, mechanical, physical, metaphysical, found in sacred space & its interaction with our secular lives. Believe in these intersections of beauty & geometry. Make change and inspire.