cartas ao abismo: Morning at the MoMA, sketch #1 cartas ao abismo

sexta-feira, março 08, 2013

Morning at the MoMA, sketch #1

Darkness is not the absence of colour the presence of all colour that's what makes colour disappear it is but when you let the whole spectrum of light explode into your eyes then you let light become night at its darkest bright.

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Morning at the MoMA, sketch #1

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