Photography by Luke Miller |
Flaws
add depth, luminescence, beauty to a masterpiece. Call me self-absorbed, but my
mistakes only trash me. I’m the Coors can, crumpled and kicked to the side of
the road.
Aly
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.