So I'm sitting at my desk working on a commission. 'a digital commission', I think. On the digital art side. Because on the other side of the wall is the TRADITIONAL ART SIDE! I'm realizing loudly in my head. Followed by, 'where is my camera?'. So I'm rushing around the basement to take these two very important photos. I'm the only one awake in the house. And I've had a little 'moment', so my mind is flying. Lights snapping on and off everywhere I go. Because it was dark.
Now I'm sitting at my desk looking at the photos. In my heightened state it's the most fascinating thing. The comparison of the two sides. The light, the colors, the setting. Further inspection of the objects and personal items in the rooms. Everything is so interesting to inspect and dissect. Everything tells a story, about itself or the man that cherishes it. The bigger concept that these two spaces represent the same man. I swear I feel my socks literally blowing off my feet then realize it's only the heater. My mind has blown. And it's so stupid