Fine lines are only lines, they draw and are drawn. They are to be emphasized, disregarded and crossed. Dot your i’s and rouge your sunsets. For the vision of shadows that fall, shall spring into new movement that dance as retina afterimages. And all that we know and have seen, shall create a reality to live. So we choose a path to follow and lay our souls to bear as testament to all that is true. And in that place we are the images, akin to voices that are raised like hands and fist into the air. Challenging the status quo and cast like so many fishing lines into the lake of our collective consciousness.
After all Art is Life, Life is Art.
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