Tina Van-ZwolBat ShevaTHE COLD marble walls summon the flames of the torch to slither along its veins as he stood in the shadows overlooking a dark Judah.Jun 27, 2017Jun 27, 2017
Tina Van-ZwolValentineHE SITS cross legged on the fume stained concrete oblivious to the world around him.May 1, 2017May 1, 2017
Tina Van-ZwolThe Perpetual Game of the Hunter and the HuntedTHEY STOOD huddled in a group, dark baggy clothes, thick chains swaying from their necks while swift transactions were made.May 1, 2017May 1, 2017
Tina Van-ZwolA Touch? A CrackAT THE EDGE of desperation where the faintest touch could shatter the porcelain sphere of realities.May 1, 2017May 1, 2017