A patch of diffuse sunlight on the sidewalk, streaming down through some leaves ...
Turned out to be spray paint.
A violin hanging on a wall, seen through a crack in the door.
Open the door all the way, and the violin is a painting on the wall.
Art -- a bridge between realities.
Something wonderful happens to one in a dream, or one conceives a great notion while in a drugged or drunken stupor...
Waking up to find it was all just a beautiful illusion. Or rather a different kind of reality -- the kind that cannot stand to be examined in the cold hard light of rational scrutiny.
Artifice -- a bridge between realities.
A child cuts the bottom of a cardboard box down the middle, draws handles on the two halves and pretends the box is a cabinet that holds mysteries; once the doors are pulled open, he would be admitted to a whole other world. To him it's as real as report cards, and a darn sight more fascinating.
A child may grow up, but not necessarily out.
Turned out to be spray paint.
A violin hanging on a wall, seen through a crack in the door.
Open the door all the way, and the violin is a painting on the wall.
Art -- a bridge between realities.
Something wonderful happens to one in a dream, or one conceives a great notion while in a drugged or drunken stupor...
Waking up to find it was all just a beautiful illusion. Or rather a different kind of reality -- the kind that cannot stand to be examined in the cold hard light of rational scrutiny.
Artifice -- a bridge between realities.
A child cuts the bottom of a cardboard box down the middle, draws handles on the two halves and pretends the box is a cabinet that holds mysteries; once the doors are pulled open, he would be admitted to a whole other world. To him it's as real as report cards, and a darn sight more fascinating.
A child may grow up, but not necessarily out.
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