So close yet so far.

Final Version of "soma". Unfortunately we have camera flash issues. I never took photography!

I painted the little picture with a toothpick

-------------------------------

"It will blast away the background and survive as something summery, with yellow and blue, sinking into a wall, outstanding in comparison, and captivating one lone passer-by who looks into it and sees everything he never expected."

-------------------------------

"Be on time. I must be on time. I don't care about how many flowers the flower lady sells. Go away. I don't want to see a pavement drawing. No, not me. I must get there. I must not slip or slide; be directly on track and don't run into a wall. Make sure my lunch is square. Don't think about that. No. What? I can't see it. No, I can. It's looking good. I'm walking still, but yes I like it. No no no. Fit in. Buildings make money. I like them more. Money buys me boots that I use to cross roads, and kick things and make more money.

pause, looking at watch

I can't. But maybe I will, one glance. If I keep moving I can just glance. One speck on a wall. A dot in the cement. Insignificant. Maybe I could sneeze, my tissue would blow over there, I'd have to go get it. And I'm captured. If I don't stop I'll miss. I'll miss looking into everything I ever, never expected."