Another day, another post and too much on my mind. How do you separate the muck of life from your art? Is it possible...or is the muck the art?
I feel like I spend my life in my car. I feel like I spend my life at work. Is there a place I can actually call my own? Is there a place for Mika besides in my mind? I know there is no answer...and I know I'm rambling to no one. I feel like today's photos are a reflection of my life. The color, the view and the reality..."life through a dirty windshield."