Atsiliepimai
Aprašymas
From the introduction to the collection:
"Life is a blank wall, a welcoming space for the graffiti of our hearts. Who am I without you or you without me? Until you speak and I reply, we remain undefined, unsure...uncertain. Memories, like crumbs of bread, draw me from sleepless nights to morning contemplation. The past, long buried, demands a voice. People line up and clamor for admission. Please come in, my formative agents of color, expression and nuance. Speak up! Please, speak your minds. Too long we've sat in silence, pondering my existence."From the introduction to the collection:
"Life is a blank wall, a welcoming space for the graffiti of our hearts. Who am I without you or you without me? Until you speak and I reply, we remain undefined, unsure...uncertain. Memories, like crumbs of bread, draw me from sleepless nights to morning contemplation. The past, long buried, demands a voice. People line up and clamor for admission. Please come in, my formative agents of color, expression and nuance. Speak up! Please, speak your minds. Too long we've sat in silence, pondering my existence."
Atsiliepimai