Ramblings
Sometimes when my eyes are closed, a kaleidoscope consumes my vision. Patterns. Shapes. Movement. Sparking the trail of gasoline, that explodes the dynamic collision. Othertimes when my eyes are closed, a darkness turns everything to black. Solitude. Focus. Improvement. The dust settles, calm returns, and within that I feel myself come back. Few times when my eyes are closed, serenity is pierced by nothing but white. Blinding. Hindering. Pollutant. Supposedly illuminating, but how? there can be no concentration when all is too bright. Forgive me, as funny as it may seem, but let me dwell with Marc’s Blue Horses and Van Gogh’s Starry night. ForRead More →