There’s a color for each moment I wanted to frame. There’s a moment for each memory that holds on to a hue and a contrast.
I don’t remember when this relationship began, color and me. I’m sure that along the way I hated it, it was not correct to introduce color to all of my friends so I went with gray. And for a while gray was good, and for a while it wasn’t.
And there I was... thinking nothing could define me better than all the strokes that I was forgetting on a paper and not bringing to life, color has been my personality and my mistakes and because of that I’ve decided to liquify us. 2/4
