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To experience something through another's eyes.                So different, yet the same,          like McCartney and Lennon,                like jam and jelly.                                   Different characters featured in paintings,                               scrapbook the cast in an artist's tv show.                                         Some sitcoms, some dramas, and others a genre of their own.                                   There’s Madonna’s and their babies,            looking innocent as the bible.      Why is it that baby Jesus          in Renaissance paintings              always gives me nightmares?                                           The self portraits take their place among the respected walls of color. Their eyes draw you in, burning holes in your skin. They seem to appear wise. Looking old as the moon, but with significantly less bumps and crevices. The modern pieces stick out, like a lone spoon in the knife drawer. They appear more youthful, wrinkle-free and vibrantly alive. “A child could have made this”, I hear someone say. What a beautiful thought to have.
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laurencbrown88
26 / F / Michigan
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Written by
laurencbrown88
26 / F / Michigan
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Apr 6, 2021
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