Why Can't I Be You?
My desire to be creative is always strong.
Today, perhaps, the longing felt more intense and powerful than usual. I picked up signs wherever I looked; images, words, shapes and colours, all jostling and competing to grab my attention.
And the places, the galleries, even the random streets along which I walked, all seemed as inspirational as the items they hosted.
It was a day of extraordinary glimpses into captivating visuals, fascinating people and cultural mind fucks.
And challenges to my self-imposed limitations.
