I picked up my camera, took some pics and then played around in the editor.
This is what it’s like to see things the way I do and I felt compelled to use art as a means of communication.
To use a visual image that says something about me.
Picture worth a thousand words thing.
The lamp looked strangely human to me.
I mean, the way it tilted slightly at the top reminded me of an inquisitive child.
These weird things are often the most beautiful to me.
The light was so lonely. It was everywhere. I understood the light. I felt sympathy.
Among that outpour of energy there was this stark absence of any real substance.
I mean, the light just shone on the wall. To a corner actually.
A child’s shameful place. The end of 2 walls. An intersection. A line.
How boring and uninteresting. Just like a person’s life can be.
A life can shine into a corner, lighting all the cracks and blemishes in the wall but never really generating interest beyond the mundane and ordinary and almost pointless.
Matte white painted wall. If my life were half as colorful I would not be.
And could I be anymore pretentious?
If I could leave this mind at my door and walk the world a simpler man too busy to have such thoughts, would I dare?
You know, I’ve been there already.