Memories in a strum. Picking away at my mind. Every chord, a beat of my heart. As a smile grows gently across my face and a tear slides gracefully down my cheek reminding me, I still care. The song of electric dreams. Plugged into the past. 

ELECTRIC DREAMS

Do feelings have an expiration date like a loaf of bread? Is the mold inevitable? Or am I meant to simply enjoy it while I have it? The problem with feelings are, you’re never ready for them. The problem with letting go is, you remember the feelings. Maybe love is just like a loaf of bread. And eventually it goes bad. How long can I pick the mold off before it consumes me? 

A LONG GOODBYE

Could it be? The thud from the shovel echoes in his ears...

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ACT III - THE LIGHT

The sound of glass shatters against the cool night air. A meatball rolls softly against the floor, silencing the room. The nights dinner lays splattered, spaghetti splashed next to broken plates. But he pretends not to hear it. The TV blares as he drowns in its sound, hoping to escape the terrors of the kitchen. The glow of the TV illuminates him in the night like a beacon of hope. He forces himself to focus on the mysterious world in front of him. 

As the program changes, he briefly sees his own reflection on the screen, a smile growing across his face. He imagines himself like the people in the TV, fighting battles and saving lives. He imagines himself as the heroes he admires. He imagines himself as anyone other than person reflected back at him. 

The Kitchen

A light glimmers in the night sky, illuminating the backyard of a quiet home. A sudden crash awakens the calm sleep of a Man, as he runs outside, unaware his life is about to change. Flashlight in hand, trepidation with every step, he engulfs the cool night air like water in the desert. His eyes grow wide, his light shining against the mysterious force that caused the crash. He cannot be sure, but what lay in front of him seems to be a thing only one could only dream. And yet, unless his eyes deceive him, there it lay. He inches closer, thinking if he could only place a hand against it, he would be sure it was real. With one last courageous breath, he bends down, reaching for the truth.

The Day the Sky Fell

...Do you remember the snow, Starling?
We used to play around as kids.
...Do you remember the snow, Starling?
You said you'd stay and be legit.

We're exiles in your mind you can't burn us away,
We may be far behind but you know we're here to stay.

...Do you remember the snow, Starling?

Do You Remember the Snow, Starling?

Cookie-cutter houses lined in pastel dreams,
Where reality often is not what it seems.
A paper chase, a race that keeps us bound,
In the pursuit of the dream, ourselves we’ve found.

An eagle’s flight for freedom, yet chained to desire,
Fueled by a dream, hearts set on fire.
The beacon shines bright, yet in its glaring beam,
Lies the unvarnished truth of the American Dream.

-Kureshee

American Dreamland

The VHS Alternate Cover of BURN OUT airdropped to bidders of 'OFF TO THE RACES' and 'END CREDITS'

BURN OUT - ALTERNATE VHS COVER

BURN OUT EDITIONS

GOLD RUSH EDITIONS

AMERICAN DREAMLAND

RERUNS

Have you heard there's a kind of bird that doesn't have any legs? So it can't land on nothing. It lives its whole life in the sky. When it gets tired, it just spreads its wings and sleeps on the wind. It only ever lands but once...

The Murmuration of a Starling

Wake up, Starling...

Your exiles await,
Like snow in April,
Forever in your mind.

Wake up, Starling...

With one last look,
You try to say farewell,
Forever is a mighty long time.

Wake up, Starling...

Wake Up, Starling

Dream Land

Goodbye my love. This is the end.
And yet, it is only the beginning.
No hard feelings.

No Hard Feelings

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Can you hear the music?
The nightmares have arrived.

Running through my dreams,
I no longer fear the night.

Can You Hear the Music

In the chill of the night, within the hushed embrace of the moonlight, reality and dreams seemed to dance in an enigmatic tango. A mirage, much like one found in a desert, emerged in his backyard. In the silence of night, she appeared. 

William, a curious insomniac with an affinity for wandering the nocturnal landscapes of his own imagination, stumbled upon this mirage. Her image reflected against the light, out of place like a fish on land. 

He approached her, cautious yet irresistibly drawn.

MOONLIGHT MIRAGE

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Set in a dystopian future, stripping away technology and bringing the human experience back to its primal form. Dreaming of a better tomorrow. A future built on an infinite love that could repair time. Found within the eye of destruction: inside a crashed plane. Its opening, much like an eye, has seen too much life. It crashed down to earth, leaving behind its memories. And through these memories...love found a way.

Through the Eye of Love

ONE EYE OPEN

November 30th, 1962. In a quaint coastal town, a seemingly idyllic day takes a sinister turn when two lifelong friends, Emma and Grace, become the unsuspecting targets of a malevolent force. "A Murder of Crows" unfolds when an ominous force disturbs the once picturesque town.

A Murder of Crows

The Crow

A captivating piece focused on figures peering through the window, providing a glimpse into the life of Elise...into a life of growth and transformation.

Beyond the Glass

This artwork portrays the figures around Elise, their lights casting elongated shadows in the suburban night. It highlights the alienation and misunderstanding that can come with change.

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