I once asked my mom what it was like not living in color when she was younger. I think it was because all of the photographs she showed me where taken in black and white.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
In no hurry
Whether it's the question of where she's at, where she's going, or where she's been, something about these simple snap shots whispers mystery and sparks envy. Today, put on something cool and go for a walk. I'll see ya on the streets.
ROY G. BIV
Makes me want to live in an extremity--maybe a warm beach that's covered in snow. Where you can get drunk-wild without having to consume anything. Where you can put "that one song" on repeat without ever getting sick of it. Where you can paint the skies wearing a white t-shirt and get nothing on it. Make believe? Yes. A bit trippy? Possibly. Hey, that's color...that's art.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
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