The sun-faded pink door caught my eye, and I stopped to take a closer look. For some reason this color has begun to resonate with me in a way it has never done in the past. I find it creeping into my work, and I gravitate towards its supple allure when I'm out and about.
My eyes grazed the door for a closer look at the roughly painted facade,
and I spotted a substantial drip on the bottom right hand corner. Drips and drops speak to me. The form of the drop and the action of a drip frozen in time is a theme I've been exploring recently. I took note that this particular drip resembled the shape of a breast with a nipple (a
dripple perhaps?), and I clicked the shutter to capture its descent.
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