tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321068999885882545.post9157194748957988100..comments2009-03-10T23:30:01.738-07:00Comments on Imports vs. Exports: WallspfffitsLauren.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00984468834481295161noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321068999885882545.post-78147117686725584662009-03-10T23:30:00.000-07:002009-03-10T23:30:00.000-07:00i see someone who was at one point an artist who d...i see someone who was at one point an artist who drew "pure" things with "calming hues" for years and years.<BR/><BR/>now that has been replaced by painting walls of houses for money since i suppose s/he didn't succeed as an artist.<BR/><BR/>this sort of appears with the screams of children being sucked into the room. loss of innocence/naivety and what have you. the person is no longer in "the other room"<BR/><BR/>crooked nails and calloused hands to me sort of confirm this person is middle aged or older.<BR/><BR/>you use words like "canvas" and terms like "patiently waltz" which lends me to think that the person is still trying to live out that dream of painting although the setting is much sadder now.<BR/><BR/>sad in that "hazel eyes that smiled and hugged crows feet now hang in your face"<BR/><BR/>so either the person's own eyes are drooping now, or maybe whoever their muse was is now gone from their eyes. something like that<BR/><BR/>the paint cracking is just sort of the embodiment of this metaphor that all dreams usually "crack" due to harsh realities that we don't usually see in our idealistic futures we imagine for ourselves<BR/><BR/>that's what i getCooperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11798205868864337188noreply@blogger.com