Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Hello Darkness my old friend ...


Hello Darkness my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain,
Still remains, within the sounds of silence.
—Simon and Garfunkel

A Newborn Baby

My first art teacher said, “A work of art is finished when none of the original idea remains.” I think it is the same when working with a ko...