If we create art in all it forms, is there a part of us in it. Do we put some humanity in our creative works. Is it just the urge to create a mirror for feelings, parts that are lost or hidden inside us that we are trying to let loose on the world. Turning stone into faces, taking light and make photos with it.
How much from us is inside it, just wondering this with my morning coffee.
Not ask me what was in the coffee.
This is the coffee running through my brains