Louisa St Aubyn explores Los Angeles as an Alien using photography as a tool to form an understanding of the city.
The night is exciting because we can see our souls better.
Heads twirling on necks spinning on a blue marble called earth, which is brown.
Rock my cot, I’m restless.
Nine waves in this set.
Tip the ship to the upside down.
There is only yourself left as you were before this.
Galvanise inward my lovely, breathe outward what grows.
Sandwiched between two pillars, one will change its form the other won’t. Which of these would one climb up? To view the sky on top of what has been built.
Snakes and Ladders. One move at a time. Four up, six down.
Peeling around the corner on a wonky potholed road.
Revolving. Time is an illusion.
A passageway to another day.
The missing piece.
The final composition will always be fragments of the imagination.
A smeared slice of nature dangles above, offering a ride along the hidden roots.
Morphed visions of reality collide.
Entwined together throughout infinity.