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dreams
seem to be neither in color nor black and
white. they're visual in the way
words are when you're reading--you see
the pictures, sort of, but without shape or
color,
more like ghosts who disappear when you look
too close. the colors here at Olowalu are so
exuberant
I get a perverse pleasure from rendering them
monochromatic. in some ways it seems more true
to life,
takes on a timelessness--perhaps because so
much in the papers and history books is
pictured like this.
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