makes me think (ready for my rant lol)
about when i was little my parents had this painting on their room of a cat in a rocking chair, and rocking chair was in this big vast type bg, and for some reason the thought of the vast white concrete type bg was a bit frightening, now it comforts me cos it takes me back to that thought. interesting how things work.
zedka Haha nono it was wonderful to hear such a story, I think that's one of the functions of art, bring back some memories and helping see them in a different way, stepping in a new world that can be your own too...
From the third chapter of "I am a little soldier" entitled "The Dream (agglomeration)".
