glance, judge, carry on.

They were on my left as I turned the corner in my warm car, he on his unicycle and she on her electric scooter. Her poodle paced impatiently underneath her feet. As they glanced at one another, the same thought crossed over their faces…’ wierdo’. I continued to navigate the rush-hour traffic, but they left an impression on me.

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I have a visual art practice and (way too) many ideas, thoughts and opinions I want to share. Thanks for listening.
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