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Waking up for Maxwell was realizing that all of his skin was gone except for the nerves, which were loosely holding his organs in and teeming with grit and hellfire. There was something heavy draped over his back, pinning him to the ground.  A wet navy color coated his vision and his mouth and nose.  A horrible, oscillating white noise filled his brain.  Maxwell tried to scream, but the only thing that came out of his throat was a muffled, panicked whimper.  He tried to drag himself forward and almost blacked out again from the pain.   He pushed himself up, upsetting the weight on his back, which shifted down his spine, digging into his tai

Vindauga—A Collection of Portraits conceived by A.L. Kendrick photographs by A.L. Kendrick and Audrey Gidman "Words realize nothing, vivify nothing to you, unless you have suffered in your own person the thing which the words try to describe." —Mark Twain, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court Taken from the Old Norse origin of the modern word 'window', Vindauga is a collection of portraits brought to the world at large with a common intention: to provide an insight into the hearts and psyches of young artists through the words that resonate with them, words that leave their indelible marks upon our self-images and shape