Wednesday, June 13, 2012

and dream


What is it about white?
White things?
I tend to pause at pages in magazines that show a room clothed all in white.
It seems fresh and cool and bright, but I think the real reason I love white is that the eye can rest.
The senses are so bombarded by color and pattern all around.
There is something quiet about white.
You can THINK..... and dream.

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