i started to read a good book today when i came home from art class. before art-class i had taken this photo. i don't know a lot of things, but i know that tomorrow will be different. that tonight will be different. that this motivated me even more to finally start a new series i'd been thinking about.
bluntly and honestly said, i don't know myself where I was going with this, but it felt as though you had a painter splashing red and blue and yellow oil on a canvas in a rage of emotions and thoughts ... just not as dramatic and passionate. rather subtle and silent. and that's how it is, in some way.