A manifested world and a human being can become anything, lightness, a lioness, anything. There are spirals in the clouds, cotton balls and sugar fields, you can see pale faces in the tree bark, tiny footprints in the Georgia clay, there are claws in your face, ripping the skin to the eggshell colored bone, your teeth and skeleton, a ghastly display, crude artwork of the macabre, Daniel Pol art, search that, grisly and raw, horrifyingly beautiful.