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.
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Life With The Color Drained Out
Photography by Luke Miller
woke up this morning, and all the color had drained out of my life. Do I have a
future of beige and cream and white? If color seeps back, will it ever be as
brilliant as I remember?