James Wyatt Aiken
Memphis, TN
Sentient life is in its earliest stages, its infancy. As a sentient RACE, humanity has the joyous opportunity to witness its own growth as the Universe tends toward life and complexity. Stepping back from earth and its petty banalities, I see the infinite variations in skin tone like iridescent flecks on a young butterfly’s wings, flashing in the sunlight, as the young creature flexes before haphazard flight.