ART WRAITHS: (songs of searing devotion)

A muse is just a muse--perhaps. But if your muse is another artist,--a real shimmering freak--Katie bar the door. Tempests collide, a universe ignites, and all is doused in sprays of newborn shouting colors, cascades of galaxy, god-song, and the language of angels. Prayers erupt. A world flings its glitter. And that muse-of-artist likely spins along clueless, just universing. All aboard, let's go for a ride.