You dart silently, fluidly through the teeming underbrush. The sounds of violently coursing water, distant rain, and Jurassic trees teeming with impatient life envelope you in a cocoon of sound and sense. The heat is dizzying, and you are intoxicated by the smell of wet earth.


In South Sea pearls, you join the ranks of this ecosystem, proposing a synergy between organic and inorganic, the indeterminate space between dawn and dusk. A drapery of gold links and furling spirals mirror the hanging vines that beckon you. Let yourself fall recumbent amongst the hot earth while the cicadas’ debate reaches fever pitch. Dance, maenad, in darkness and heady effervescence.

You dart silently, fluidly through the teeming underbrush. The sounds of violently coursing water, distant rain, and Jurassic trees teeming with impatient life envelope you in a cocoon of sound and sense. The heat is dizzying, and you are intoxicated by the smell of wet earth. 

In South Sea pearls, you join the ranks of this ecosystem, proposing a synergy between organic and inorganic, the indeterminate space between dawn and dusk. A drapery of gold links and furling spirals mirror the hanging vines that beckon you. Let yourself fall recumbent amongst the hot earth while the cicadas’ debate reaches fever pitch. Dance, maenad, in darkness and heady effervescence.

You dart silently, fluidly through the teeming underbrush. Don’t stop running yet: you are late, and the party is in full swing. The sounds of violently coursing water, distant rain, and Jurassic trees teeming with impatient life envelope you in a cocoon of sound and sense.
Stop now.
Sit.
The heat is dizzying, yes, and you are intoxicated by the smell of wet earth.
Let yourself fall recumbent amongst the hanging vines while the cicadas’ debate reaches fever pitch.
Dance, maenad, in darkness and heady effervescence.
Where are you running, dressed up like that?
Why, the party’s right here.