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I've never been one for coloring inside the lines. It's not that I think of myself as a non-conformist, I've just always thought the picture was prettier when the colors run together.
That's my life, to tell you the truth. I'm not a very practical person. I have no aptitude for the mundane and the humdrum chores of life.
I can't fix anything. I can't build anything. I can't even cut a straight line. But, I can see life in color.
My interests, my hobbies, my loves and passions blend together in an impressionistic mosaic that makes up my life.
I write what I photograph. I photograph what I feel. I feel the shades and subtle blending of work and play and family, of art and life.
The dark colors mix with the bright. Hope and happiness overlapping with struggle and stress.
The warm tones and cool shadows give vibrancy and definition to the world before me.
The colors whirl in a cacophonous flurry of life and love, politics and religion, pain and pleasure. Sometimes the lines blur to the point where I can't tell which part of the picture I'm looking at.
I'm not saying everyone should live this way, it's just the way I see my world. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Because, the truth is, there may not be a lot of definite lines in my life, but the canvas I see before me, full of colors running together, where somehow the blues fade to reds, and the shadows define the lights, is a picture I've come to love.
