That day the sky was intensely blue. And the smoke would contrast the future. There would appear its signs – amidst the twin-buildings opposite our glassy refuge. And it hung low and multi-storiedly, concrete, yet abstract. Then it would ascend, slowly, lazily, up and away. So cocky, nippling out, it pushed itself to do its best to make its way. Towards the azure projection of my inflamed soul, deep in its drowsy stillness. Mine turned into a mirror, to reflect it back into the stream of wheels. Both of us imbibing soothing salvatory mate, sipping at leisure the bebida through obscurely carved bombillas – slurp-slurp – who’s up there?
impressive play of vocabulary and narrative style. topped by surreal painting makes my mind blow!
im proud to present Claire. she is showing my town, my history, my love in a way like no other. her pictures stirred up in me emotions and as if i went back in time, a time of freedom, bad haircut choices, and adventure ! keep it up :>