Ripples
My world is an abstract place
Rhythms and waves of movement and colour
Speaking a language for me to translate
Simplifying.
My world is an abstract place
Rhythms and waves of movement and colour
Speaking a language for me to translate
Simplifying.
January 19, 2010 at 9:02 am
I am looking forward to your further translations of this geography-topography of where we live work play to go forward into another day we mustn’t worry about the fray because we know we have lots to say you and I both know it’ll all be okay and one day we will wake up and walk from uptown to downtown Steveston on a well worn path to a fine art gallery that is run by a group called SBACooperative or something like that noone will profit from the works of art or from the art that is work we will just be making the work and currency given will be in kind by trade or in food or wine and noone will be mad or sad but only glad that we have been put here altogether at this fortuitious time….