Monday, November 30, 2015

11.30.15 I love the curious curling of the chairs: of the legs

stretching this way and that; of the backs. 
The figures could be anyone, so lend themselves to our own selves, much as a symphony or piece of Jazz allows us to be pulled away by it, interweaving our own experience and self. 
The mass of tree trunks and limbs and lush leaves swaying in the background.
It all just brings you right there.


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