Saturday morning Slide Tile games to busy hands while the mind works hard to contemplate and come up with the thought that no, there really is no purpose to life…maybe. Just breathe just breed and if the mind develops silly concepts of some more than this it must create a reason and the cycle cycles on. Timing of real events, the reading of Alias Grace, the remnants of 100 Years, it’s all perception, color tinged ideas by each artist multiplied by millions gone before and yet to come.
And then the colors painted by the unknown Painter of the sky begins to force another day of wondering upon us.
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