Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I love the light this time of year
from a sun low in the sky
shadows longer
deeper
highlights higher
brighter
colors warmer, purer
undiluted by haze
and when the edibles take hold
the viewfinder becomes a portal
opening to worlds
of foreshortened perspective
lines curving and straight
shapes and forms
blocks of color
all removed from the homely objects
that wear them
disconnected
from the chaff and disorder
surrounding them
distillations
into visual haiku
abstractions
simplifying their reality

cannabis chiaroscuro permeates the senses
the mundane becomes a little more exciting
our appreciation grows with our digestion
and our patience helps us see beyond the ordinary

I love low sunlight too. It shows the rock in all its glory.

Chiaro / light
Scuro/ dark

Italian- that cann ibis had the right idea. Can choose how you want to go to the park
Loud opera singing heard in the piazza
Coffee
“You can take the woman out of itAly but you cannot take the Italian out of the woman”
I eat pandemic propaganda for lunch
Vaccine this bitch

That yellow light that happens after a long lunch and a belly full of wine
The sunlight

Pandemic propaganda.
I hoped it was only that.
I hoped it wasn't that.
Everything seems like
one
big
pile
of propaganda.
Propaganda for lunch,
dinner, spring, winter.
Up is down,
down is up.
What do I know?

What would I know of what you know?
On a personal note: I think we will meet in a place where there is no darkness
on a bright cold day in January and the clocks are striking thirteen
All I know is what I read on Facebook™ un-

I know that if I did anything at all it was a mother
To become the woman I always wanted to be
Convinced that you have the recipe
And God knows nuthin but hungry

In the moonlight
The sun playfully arrive during the world of the kindness