I'm Aly Logan, a 23-year-old art-lover with just enough intelligence and hotness to get by. I dream and love with desperation. Even my regrets chisel my soul with a sharpness that screams, "I am real!" But I only exist as a character in the pages of The Art Of My Life, by Ann Lee Miller. Yeah, it sucks for me. But, hey, there are worse things.... So, if you want to talk about how art dissembles life or if you missed having an imaginary friend as a kid, here's your chance.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Back to Blank
Do you ever feel like I do, that you just want to go back to blank? No matter what, you can’t get all your mistakes off the canvas. I’ve got like six layers of white paint over my screw-ups, but, folks, it just ain’t the same.
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