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| Sep 16 2007, 2:45 PM EDT | Stridefull | 30 words added, 186 words deleted |
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Many have viewed my art and immediately they claimed their mood drooped to some strange depressed-state. Some said it was "scary". Some said it was dark. And, yes, one said it seemed "hopeless". In all of my work, however, I try to offer hope, although at the Collapse foreground or forefront of it, it may appear hopeless.
Homelessness. Poverty. Hunger. Men under bridges with rain dripping on their scruffy faces. Every day I am exposed to these tragedies. I can't help but to address them, somehow. But in them, in theyour corners,knees in the cracksstreets of the paint, or on the walls in graffiti, theiryour issoul someand messagewhat ofdo hopeyou forfind? theI viewer.will
Itell guessyou what I want to say, In our darkest most depressing of times, there is hope, we just have to find it, to look at our life, to listen to it, and find it. Hearfind. theI rainsee plopa onman yourwalking, aira conditionerman in the early morning. Hear the wind move the trees likerags, oceanripped waves.Leviticus Hearjeans, the noiseswandering ofwithout a little child calling forwallet. your name. The things that we can easily overlook, I guess I feel compelled to address them.
