Deep down I may have the soul of an artist, but I know after going to visit a museum that I lack the life of an artist. There are many days that I would like to just sit and paint all day, but I don’t. Maybe someday.
I took this photo and it was fun to just stare at it. It doesn’t have to make sense, though it does seem to speak, but it doesn’t have words. If only life can be lived in this way.
I’ve recently marveled at how a seemingly simple art piece can be viewed in multiple ways by people. I can see a kind of an arrow pointing left, but my eyes also want to finish the piece and draw lines to connect the points and angles which then forms a sort of space ship. What do you see?
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