Saturday, January 23, 2016

warning label

There is a high probability that your project will always feel incomplete. Like you could've done more. And yes, there is an infinite number of ways you could've been better, mixed a little more white into the blue so that the sky could be just perfect. But remember. Here we are getting away from that word.

Today I am grateful for our art project now entitled doing the best we can.
(that doesn't even sound right)


Anonymous said...

My First Time

It was on some old concrete bench outside the band hall. Back then it was kind of like the social networking hub. Where friends were made and un made. A place you could share your status and have it shared. You could be as real as you wanted or fake as you could be. I sat there as she was coming across the parking lot. The first thing I noticed was her eyes and then the smile. Different from the other girls, she wore a long sweater that covered her ass. Her friend introduced her, she was a native of our county that had been on an assignment with her family way up the east coast ubove Maine. We became friends and over time I fell in love with the eyes and smile. I fell in love with her laugh and the long talks I couldn't with anyone else. So there on that concrete bench, I guess it was my first time.

Shea Goff said...

Wow. Hm.