27 February 2013 § Leave a comment
This is what I imaged as a child to be art. Select something pretty, frame it with a pencil, can of paint, camera what ever and voila. Instant communication.
I look at these images and see a bland nothingness really, Mildly interesting textures, some nice interaction of primary colours, but that’s about it. It’s not really telling me anything. It’s mild and a little bland. Which is apt, because as of late the camera seems to highlight to myself, just how I’m feeling about what ever it is. How introspective of me as it takes something externally created for me to understand how I’m feeling.