Masks.

I was gawking at juliemorstad.com again and I found this piece that I haven't seen before. It's like she sees in stories.  Her images have this amazing relationship between having a childlike fantasy and at the same time involving mature themes. As I was thinking about this, I realized that, really, where is the line that defines a theme that is only appreciated by a blooming mind and one analyzed by a adult one? Why should we look at our lives in any other way than one that inspires beauty in simplicity and imagination?
She's so rad.