The Artistic Eye And Seeing Light.

There he was afraid of touch, afraid of love, alone in his head, confused at the world and art is all he had. He started seeing shapes and patterns on the tile floor, faces appeared. This new found eye had to be special. He kept it close to his heart. Eventually everything around him became art. The clouds became an illustration, the bark on the trees resembled a face of the past. Suddenly, he saw something. He didn't know how to describe it, but the tree, plus the clouds, plus the grass and a simple tombstone created a design so profound that he knew he had to capture its essence. He began to see in layers, and then. It happened. He saw light. It was always there but never stood out to him. It created shapes and moods so effortlessly. Light became another secret he would hold close to his heart. He began to search for light and the way it behaved. How the clouds would play a part in softening its spread. The artistic eye and this new found light obsession came at the right time. That's when he got his first official camera. Honing in on the patterns and negative space light would create, he wanted to capture it all.

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