Clayton Moraga

Flommist Clayton Moraga wants to know there is more to this world than meets the eye, but she just keeps flirting from his peripheral vision. Sweet smiles and laughing eyes in pareidolia and teasing flashes of synchronicity, hastily covered with chaste apophenia. Breathy signal whispers from the white noise of awareness seduce his silent consciousness into an aroused attention, chasing detached shadows that pause to beckon coyly from behind the veil of Isis; a Möbius stripper ready to take the stage with taunting, half-revealed truths firing an intensity of imagination that lunges at concepts that slip away and fade from rationality like the memory of her fragrance from a dream.