So Anne Marie, tell me about Monsters and Angels in one sentence.
How about one picture?
“We don’t choose who we love.”
Can you walk by without stopping?
This humble door is an escape portal.
Resist the temptation for another look?
Silence and serenity are illusions.
Fight that impulse to sneak down the corridor?
Once your footfalls echo in the hallway, you’re hooked. Everyone receives a different gift from the courtyard. Snippets of clandestine conversation, pulsating dancers in hazy darkness, or the giggle of a bride on her wedding night. Flashes of history glimpsed through the fountain’s eyes. Remnants of passion sentenced to mingle forever in a purgatory of brick…until a brave mind happens by.
You’re fed what your soul secretly craves.
Feel the pull. Take the chance.
Walk with phantoms.