I hear a lovely, satisfied, at- peace sort of humming. To himself, to all, to no one in particular, O gently sings, "This is art". He moves chalk pieces, hangs, then rearranges the silk. I wait a bit and watch, but can't help myself and reach for the camera. He says, "Ok take this picture", and backs away so I can.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Art by O
Posted by Laurie at 7:43 AM
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He may have a future.
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