In this magical world, I bow to the moon, it is leading my way. will the wings carry me, but for what price?

Looking far, looking in, taking me back home, very grounded. One day I will fly.

A fantasy world some futuristic, some ancient. I want to be inside the picture, tell me your story as you were inside the center of earth.

Looking into the center of time, where are we going? When will we get there? Time does not exist, we are already there.

Where is she going dressed like that? She is taking us with her to a world that we have never seen. I am curious.

Blue, lots of blue, forming a city in the walls of this abstract world. It's pulling me in.

She is going, she is packed. There is only now, a ship in her future. But no future, only now.

I found a place that has no time, a place where there is only now.

Is it the little one who wants to be a dancer or the dancer remembering childhood. Both stories are true.

She was following the path, searching. It is never clear where she is going, but she is trusting the trees and knows the forest will lead her to find her own way.

Stepping from one frame to another in life. The road is amazing, not easy but profound. Not looking back, Every step will take you to the next. You cannot want to skip. Do you really want to?

Her story is mystical, “follow the butterfly”, she says. She is keeping our world and hers in her basket. All we can do is follow along.

She will tell us and guide us into our future. She is time itself. Do you believe?

She danced like the wing, or maybe like a porcelain ballerina. He search for her, days with no end. Longing for them to be together again.

These are the horses of Goole, I tell you, they will save all. They brought life to my world, and now they will give me the gift of flight.

A story told for generations, not in words, but from the eyes of women. The story of women that could not and did not speak. Now they do speak, but not loud enough.