So many things seem to arrive
directly into our eye, with nothing but just the baggage of their own style.
Unsuspecting,the eye is delighted. So little baggage. So much pure delight!
Not knowing the forces that created
these. Just bursting forth. The colors and moods in a NYC subway. A window
blazing with evening,framed in a dull brick wall....the fluid fluttering dance
of colorful peeling posters of an aging club in a street of tired people. A
great window dressing along fifth avenue....or the city itself reflected in the
glass of the high buildings. The person who makes you turn your head with that
fantastic hat or the wonderful pottery exibit where the pink at the bottom of
the green urn with the brown line seems maybe just more purple after all. But
you love the pink or the purple or both or any!
Let me feature here random picture
stories then, of things that hold my breath,even if for a nano second. Could be
a store..a gallery...a wisp of ribboned hair or you, peeping out at me, with a glint in the eye. Anything. For love. For
Inspiration.
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