WE SEE THE WORLD FROM ONE VIEW
WE MOVE THROUGH SPACE NOT CHANGING OUR PERCEPTIONS
OUR DAYS ARE BUSY AND WE SHIFT OUR GAZE AT RAPID SPEEDS NOT REALLY LOOKING, NOT REALLY SEEING
I HAVE GROWN UP WITH ALLEYS, I HAVE RIDDEN MY BIKE DOWN WITH A BUDDY HUNTING FOR TREASURES AND AT TIMES FOUND SOME AND OTHER TIMES NOT IT WAS MORE IN MY IMAGINATION
ONE SEES THE BACK OF HOUSES, THE THINGS PEOPLE DECIDE THEY DO NOT WANT ANYMORE OR HAVE USED ENOUGH AND THEY TOSS THEM TO A CYCLE OF THROWN AWAY AND RECYCLE AND REUSE.
THERE ARE RUSTY THINGS, WORN THINGS, ODD BITS OF CLOTH AND PAPER, ROTTING WOOD AND FOOD, BUT AMIST ALL OF THAT NATURE GROWS INTERTWINING ITSELF WITH THE MANMADE.
THE VIEWS OF THE BACK OF HOUSES AND LIVES.
AS AN ARTIST IT IS GOOD TO TAKE WALKS, LOOK CLOSELY, SEE DIFFERENTLY, AND FEEL HOW LIFE MOVES SLOWER AND SIMPLER JUST BEHIND US.
WE MOVE THROUGH SPACE NOT CHANGING OUR PERCEPTIONS
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| My Alley, the road of treasures and adventures, where the imagination of children lie |
OUR DAYS ARE BUSY AND WE SHIFT OUR GAZE AT RAPID SPEEDS NOT REALLY LOOKING, NOT REALLY SEEING
I HAVE GROWN UP WITH ALLEYS, I HAVE RIDDEN MY BIKE DOWN WITH A BUDDY HUNTING FOR TREASURES AND AT TIMES FOUND SOME AND OTHER TIMES NOT IT WAS MORE IN MY IMAGINATION
ONE SEES THE BACK OF HOUSES, THE THINGS PEOPLE DECIDE THEY DO NOT WANT ANYMORE OR HAVE USED ENOUGH AND THEY TOSS THEM TO A CYCLE OF THROWN AWAY AND RECYCLE AND REUSE.
THERE ARE RUSTY THINGS, WORN THINGS, ODD BITS OF CLOTH AND PAPER, ROTTING WOOD AND FOOD, BUT AMIST ALL OF THAT NATURE GROWS INTERTWINING ITSELF WITH THE MANMADE.
THE VIEWS OF THE BACK OF HOUSES AND LIVES.
AS AN ARTIST IT IS GOOD TO TAKE WALKS, LOOK CLOSELY, SEE DIFFERENTLY, AND FEEL HOW LIFE MOVES SLOWER AND SIMPLER JUST BEHIND US.
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