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Absorbtions of the aquamarine skies with butterfly clouds casually meandering past my gaze folded me
Social rejection in one manner or another pressed creases into my folds, distorting the imprinted heavens
Timeless time spent in solitude pulling at my canvas, warping it, stretching it, curving all that is into a recognizable shape
Now an age old note with thousands of images and thousands of indents forming unique shadows from every angle of light
A single dimensional piece now three dimensional with tattered corners, varied valleys and hills, and a depth.
An aged work that can no longer be captured by a visitor passing through a museum of works
For every singular image has within it an immeasurable number of perceptions if it has even a slight amount of depth.
And I have thousands of images with thousands of indents, all forming unique shadows from every angle of light.
And I could never be captured from one angle with one light source, for it is hidden within the valleys of the shadows that I am defined. |
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