Finding faces in peculiar places. The times the eyes close and familiar faces appear. For some color forsaken reason, my brain adds bursts of hues to situations and memories. People come and go. Let this be known.
Growth allows for curiosity to open the next door. The closed door in Pilsen grows a green mossy beard as I open the next. I sigh with exhaustion and relaxation enters the bloodstream. The next door I am speaking of lies in the gallery walls of White Ripple. Amen for art galleries somehow letting me inside. Somehow I end up here and gracefully accept a job offer. Amen. Thank goodness for change. Thank goodness for opportunity. My next goal lies in the mountains of Colorado. I keep seeing signs and meeting strangers in odd places who speak of this dream land. Maybe I'll end up in Colorado the same way I landed in NYCH Gallery in Chicago -- Through serendipity and the goodness of the people around.
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