Category Archives: L.A.

This time the gray bubbles had a word and it was like this:

"Man, what’s going on here?"

" A lot it seems."

"True. I wonder how it will turn out."

"  Yeah. Doesn’t matter anyway cause we will still be here."

"Yup, that’s true."

" You know what? Maybe the painting it is not about the others but us."

"Whooooaa. That would be cool."

" I know. Wouldn’t that be cool? All the people thinking: ‘Look, there are some yellow bubbles and some blue and pink ones… I wonder what it means’….And in the end it’s about us."

"Ha, ha , ha yeaaaah. Camouflage. We are just "the exception" in the painting when it really is about us"

" Well, it wasn’t about us all the time. Remember? We got painted last."

" Naturally. Sometimes you need the structure first to have a vision."

" Makes sense. A hint so to speak."

" What does it tell us?"

" It tells us to complete things if you look for integration."

" I hear you on that."