i love art. so much. but i feel like an impostor sometimes, living in a city full of people just bursting with artistic.... something. this artistry seems to ooze out of them, evident in the way they wear their hair, the combination of colors in their clothes, and the music that just flows through the city. and me? well, it's safe to say no one looks at the dresses i love, the Sperry's that are often on my feet, and all of the pink and thinks "there is a girl/woman who loves art" like because i don't look "artsy" means my interest isn't true. but really, the love is genuine. i love
the way you can read a person by looking at their eyes
the way a photograph can capture feelings
the way form evokes mood
the way colors create texture
the way light can be captured
the way art can make you feel
i think that is what i like the best. because i like to feel deeply.
1 comment:
haha you are no impostor! I have always seen that in you :) it's not about the way we look or seem, it's about who we are! you know that. i think a lot of people who dress a certain way are sort of copying eachother anyway. for me it's been what reflects YOU? and you are a dress and sperry's girl. and that's rad. like, today i'm wearing a celtics shirt. nobody's gonna think i like kierkegaard or indie music or brooding in coffee shops or anything, but i love me some celtics, haha :) and you do love deeply, it shines out of you. as well it should. you are a fantastic person :)
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