| spaces mixed
with the city’s exterior of immensely tall buildings, cars passing
by, and pedestrians rushing past overwhelm me with their results. The
images dissolving into one another. The spaces collapsing together.
Colors running into each other. Shapes colliding. Patterns changing.
Colors mutating. Lines drifting. Shifting. Sweeping. Disappearing.
Reappearing …culminating in |
 |
the moment when I realize I can’t see the whole picture of the city; I am just peeping and glancing at endless disarray and the juxtapositions of this free exchange and change between these meetings of the interior and exterior world. A glimpse. A spark. Here. There. Up. Down. And around. I usually don’t
quite remember what exactly I was looking at. I only remember the sensation
of watching the fleeting |
