an addiction unappeased

In order to escape the shroud of gray over-stuffed skies full of cloud imagination takes flight on wings as streaks of colour breaking the monotony. It cries from inside like an addiction unappeased this need to see the coloured light in varied shades bright to imply life.


Defined by x y coordinates, our place within an imagined grid requires another vantage point to give reference to that which is nothing and all until compared.


Sometimes the battle seems to take place on the inside and the pace of footsteps turns individual patterns into a larger overlay of one big step forward.


I love the way the gray of the truck is mimicked by the trees and how even a blue shovel is muted in tone. Timing and balance will clear the way, go Arron!