travelling by bus demands a ticket the fairy tales haven’t.
I took this photo at the bus station. It wasn’t planed in advance. I just saw the dropped toy and welcomed it as myself. So the title of my pick appeared: “travelling by bus demands a ticket the fairy tales haven’t.”
This is the photo I took at a glimpse underfoot, yet its status would depend on your response, what is it? The ‘crazy paving or self-portrait?’
I think these questions will be easier to shell with the insight “While people seek privacy on a web, the artists fight for the publicity” in mind.
It would be beneficial to recall my last post “self-portrait” You will see a stump there, but do not wonder. Once, we all were green sprouts and gladden the eye, yet that youth has grown into a time to retire – the trees were cut and so the stumps have appeared on a road. The meaning depends on our memory.look here …
The heavy silence would reign if not the art therapy …
“When you look for the good in others, you discover the best in yourself.”
~ Martin Walsh
The windows hide people with the psychiatric disorders from the well-groomed passersby. The case-histories absorb the stories of the wish to be and lock the passions in a secret of the stifling archives behind bars. The heavy silence would reign if not theart therapy …- have a look at the jolly colors below, at the smile in disguise. This picture was made by a patient who didn’t call himself the artist, but silently inhabited the space under the window. I couldn’t pass by so took my camera…
I bought a lottery ticket. It cost 1$, but I didn’t lose a penny – I win one dollar too. So today became my lucky day: I lost nothing. Was that not a dream?
Thus there are no wonder I didn’t stop buying the lottery tickets – I still have hope to improve my being: to change the sad reality of the living on a disability pension to asunny today. The lottery is my only way to do that.
“Time is what you have left.. you just march with it and use it the best you can”– Frank Stella