windows of an industrial building.
I'm inside looking out... almost imprisoned, but not quite... many windows... many views... I want to be on the other side...I suspect this says more about my state of mind than your art!ggg
Not necessarily, Pat. LOL.
I am way too literal because of the simplicity of the design...which is wonderful, but I see sets of grids in different color and angles.
An old dilapidated farm house (not barn) full of hay.
Rayna,That frame around it...is this laying on corkboard or something? I know you used something cool or stolen to make this image...the orangey-brown grid to the left catches my eye.
I see Christmas packages, intracately tied with string, unopened from a long time ago ..............
hm i dont know. i need a closer look... send it down here and i;ll tell you. ;-)claive
I see gates. Most tell me to stay back, but the crooked one, hanging on its hinges on the left, is inviting me to come in!
bare branches through windows. But then I always make up stories about pieces.
I see windows, but I amnot sure if I am looking in or out. I, too, would be willing to take a closer look if you would send it to me! HeHe!
I see footprints.
Windows, inside looking out and I also see bare branches.
Sadly, I see a little box with a red "x" in it. I don't know why blogger photos and my computer aren't playing nicely lately when all other photos and web pages are loading just fine for me, but it's very, VERY frustrating!
Fences. Walking down a street, looking in at an abandoned industrial building surrounded by weeds. Walking down a country lane, looking into an overgrown field in high summer when there hasn't been enough rain. Standing inside the abandoned building, looking out through the grimy windows (the four with tan grid lines--top right, middle 2nd row, far right 3rd row, center bottom row)........ inside out, outside in.....
Windows. I want to see what's on the other side of them.
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