|the ever unfolding one.|
a sketch with a color test for my first mac in 2010.
all over the world they are
young and old and in-between
hazy sort of
in the fog
always inspiring others
a whole 10 fingers making up a decade
i remember this one 'specially
in the corner of my hazy drifting eye...
i wish i could buy her a bike.
slap money on some old counter..
mine got stolen
a couple years back
just after i wondered if
"we'd ever ride bikes let alone walk foot with foot
to a destination
because our body-frames holding the skin drapes of us
were literally saying
'sorry. it's over""
that all changed, over again.
and yet it wasn't like
"just do it. like that shoe in my face running sweat at me hammering on me. that was impossible thats like wall street saying 'yah come on in you street bums wheel yer way right on in..'"
it was hazy. like a gentle careful fog…soft…gentlestrong
Current Residence: this planet|
Favourite style of art: whispy some crisp
Operating System: broken + repairing with love new every morning
Skin of choice: husband's >>>:]
Personal Quote: it'll be ok.