Are they scribbles in the world, or are they figures of planes of expression.
World written in pigment scrawled upon the face.
Entertaining thoughts of misfit desire.
Finding the individual that released the individual that the individual released.
Individuals found in exploratory seeking of worlds drawn throughout.
Now we explore ourselves in the lines and the color of music not image.
Digital Jazz Drawn with a crayon.
Hewn with intention and possibility.
Objects and minds leapt off of the page dreaming us into state.
Lost we observe as we radiate.
Dreams of others through our hands.