vivitar

Browsing one day in the gallery and I come upon. Eyes turn green with jealousy, the untouched canvas is white and fresh but oh how it has been covered since we last spoke. Since we last walked together that canvas is filling, my smiling face slowly crowded out by multiple unknown assailants of nobody in particular's creation. what do to with such a large building yet standing in front of a single frame that represents a single dead season.