Dancing in a field of sunflowers. What felt like hours. Dancing upon the unconscious cloud of glory that frolicked in my mind. Reminiscing the memories of imagination. It was all but a dream, such a fancy thing. As I awoke in bed, a sunflower was laid beside my head.
Three Lumen Prints. Roland Barthes. Retractable Fountain Pen.
Richard Meier's lines
Looking up at the High Museum
Soaking up all the spring
Gerhard Richter portrait