Lately I've been wondering if my artistic genes have been coming to the surface. It's not that I am going forth and proclaiming myself as a fullon hard-ass artist or anything, let's not rush things. Buuuuut in recent time I've started crushing real hard on that whole cracked-up-picture-thing. You know, the one where you just dive in for it, find them curves and you wipe out all knowledge about any photographic decency. Just for the fun of it.
And yeah, one part of me is just exploding of joy when things start loosing it's supposed shape and rythm. Damn. I am sooo ending up as one of those old ladies with blue hair and clothes matching in all sorts of crazy-ass contrast colours.