Having art in a gallery is an odd feeling. It's like a sociopath getting his pants pulled down in school; in one hand is "PLEASE DON'T LOOK AT ME" and in the other is "LOOK AT MY GLORIOUS SELF HAVE YOU EVER SEEN SUCH GREATNESS"
I am a golden god. But I digress.
Look at me now Mom
Ym yrellag tra si tuoba evitcepsrep. It was an experiment in the mind how shifting perspectives can change the way we create. Perspective is how you grow.
I like colors
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