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He mentally became a bird, flying overhead, envisioning where he would land on the street map.He enjoyed using his eyes as a camera. He remembered the first time discovering he could art direct a film in his mind. He was a young boy sitting w/ friends in a one car garage in Santa Cruz. Six tidy folding chairs were arranged toward the Victorian theater. The modest host made final preparations to work the colorful paper stage, characters + props. He patiently waited for the lights to dim. Idly looking over to the shelves, he zeroed in on a heavy volume, cocked his head to silently read the title. A tome cataloguing Picasso’s work. His gaze widened to see another Pablo book just on either side. + another + another... Slowly, indulgently his mental camera pulled back to reveal that the entire wall beheld a multitude of books on the artist Pablo Picasso.
-jahh / Parallel Chances Tend to Neglect
love the colors and the subtle change in them one to the next...your words intrigue me...need to go biggery so i can see what they say...nice.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Brian - the colours and the words just seem to blend together so well
ReplyDeletecan't get over the eyes on them thar birds. like magic
ReplyDeleteBeautiful colors, and I'm with Tom. Those eyes...
ReplyDeleteOh I thought I'd commented on these. Lovely. Like the scripting as well and Picasso references.
ReplyDeletewonderful kollazh with a bird!!!
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