Thursday, March 19, 2020

I don't find monochromic wearisome.

For me black & white makes me think of print with its myriad of geometric configurations.  A taste for texture & shape.  Yea for Gutenberg.  Or ink etching letters into a poem.  There's a certain sublime coolness to the monochromic.  One might suggest, a kitchen at midnight.

1 comment:

  1. She sleeps next to me in the sun--
    what pleasure
    for us both