Anything but blue

If I was not tied, this morning, to this desk I would have run outside first thing and soaked up the myth and moisture of the fog that has dissolved the world around me. It's monocrome rendering both cruel and kind, brings a welcomed relief from the precise nature of modern life. I embrace the 'smudge' and the encased sense of dirt held in these micro droplets, still and dense. The joy of what is beyond our control.


The Kite flyers #1(phase.1) 2011.