A color is a flavor.
A month is purple.
Mostly a sound is pain.
Sometimes patterns are created when I think of people and places. I wish I could record those weird feelingsmellhear symphonies of my head.
This is Paris:
This is Toronto:
This is Mexico City:
Maybe sometime I'll try to draw people, or time.
Go figure:
miércoles, enero 19, 2011
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