My life is like an orange: there are lots of little segments, and some have seeds while others don't. You eat the whole orange. You read about my whole life, the good and the bad, with the dynamic city as a backdrop.
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Black/White
I once took an art class in which we had to grab a piece of black paper and a white pencil and color in/out everything that would not be colored if we were working in gray or silver pencil. The lines we created would be made up of negative space, and they were supposed to form the reality. Unfortunately, my painting came out distorted; I couldn't bring myself to leave the extra alone, because I know how hard it is to miss something you can't get back.
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