Matthew J. Feiner




Air-Wing...

Air-Wing...
... it comes out of a nightmare I have. My plane is broken up around me and I’m plummeting. As I’m falling my left tail wing is spinning to the ground with me. I reach for my Ripcord, I wake up…
? My dreams are now manifesting on the solves in real life. In odd ways. The phrase airway keeps going through my head. And then I find the pile of material to make it. And then I find the mock up to make it...