When the Temple burns, we bury a part of ourselves.
We remember. We cry. We smile. And we move forward.
A beautiful moment of eternity. Something intimate. Sometimes hard. Somehow sacred.
Playing on the Robot Heart bus after the Temple Burn has become an annual tradition for me. It's a very special moment emotionally. But this one was the toughest. For many reasons...
But in the end, this closing opened the door to something bigger.
I am forever grateful for what happened afterward. Family for life. Unforgettable. All love.
instagram.com/vikenarman
soundcloud.com/vikenarman
facebook.com/vikenarman
open.spotify.com/artist/1xQVwAdSz…_wQPKb8obv61qn3w
Art project in photo “The Prairie of Possibilities” by:
https://www.moonlightcollective.studio/
https://instagram.com/the.moonlight.collective
Photo: John Dill
