Yearning for a place where I am seen, to be more than a passing being
in the fleeting plane of time.
Feeling transparent in the shadows cast by bustling city streets where the concrete walls offer a canvas where expressions of dreams and pain collide.
There I leave a trace of me, “I was here” and that will be my legacy for I was there and passing glancers will read of my presence and wonder…who and why?
The colors will capture attention and my marks will give chance for thought, I hope; at least until my words start to fade or get painted over and then I will be no more.
- Subject Matter: Abstract