when you leave
the text inside the silhouette (which was taken from a Meat Beat Manifesto song called "Love Mad"...I believe it was a b-side) reads: "when you leave, take me with you."
i wish the dried violets, which were originally vibrant hadn't browned...
but somehow, given what was going on when i created this
piece, it seems only appropriate that the
color faded to such a dingy shade...who knew violets could predict the future?
a perfect example of art imitating life...
on a completely unrelated note: is there anyone, other than myself, that remembers Laura Brannigan?
just curious.
i wish the dried violets, which were originally vibrant hadn't browned...
but somehow, given what was going on when i created this
piece, it seems only appropriate that the
color faded to such a dingy shade...who knew violets could predict the future?
a perfect example of art imitating life...
on a completely unrelated note: is there anyone, other than myself, that remembers Laura Brannigan?
just curious.
Comments
thanks :)
and, for the record, Brannigan's "self control" is an under-rated song...
did i just openly admit that?
crap.