I agree. But, for me, we are not divided selves but a fluid mix, a changeable kaleidoscope. Not shades of grey but colours, pale pastels, dark murkinesses, or vibrantly startling colours.
I agree. But, for me, we are not divided selves but a fluid mix, a changeable kaleidoscope. Not shades of grey but colours, pale pastels, dark murkinesses, or vibrantly startling colours.
You’re so right. Since so many have trouble understanding the concept of greyscale, I opted to keep things monochrome. But I prefer BIG boxes of colors and heat to mix and mingle all the crayons together. Cheers!
I agree. But, for me, we are not divided selves but a fluid mix, a changeable kaleidoscope. Not shades of grey but colours, pale pastels, dark murkinesses, or vibrantly startling colours.
You’re so right. Since so many have trouble understanding the concept of greyscale, I opted to keep things monochrome. But I prefer BIG boxes of colors and heat to mix and mingle all the crayons together. Cheers!
Hurrah for rainbows!