In Alexis Trice’s dreamy worlds, ethereal looking fish, hounds, shells, and clouds mingle and sparkle like jewels in a crepuscular haze. It’s in a hypnogogic state (where dreams and reality interweave) that they really spring to life: swimming, prancing, basking, and even weeping. Like sand passed through our fingers, though, their seemingly solid forms vanish […]
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