I've been thinking about innocence. When do we lose it? Do we lose it? Is it like our cells and renews or is it like virginity something that once lost is gone forever?
I have this painting hanging in my
kitchen and i have looked at it for over ten years. It used to hang
in my parents house and somewhere along the line it became mine. It
is almost cubist and depicts women, lots of women or possibly just
the many facades of a single lady. I haven't
looked at it properly for a long time, but today it struck me
possibly more then originally. For me the
painting used to be about the color and movement, but today it has
eyes, today it has a knowledge. Today it is making me think.
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