Melted crayon art. I
am not sure why, but I have always been fascinated by
it. The way it blends
together, the texture
of the dried drips.
Maybe it is the
perspective that in the destruction of items made to create, beauty is
born.
It leads me to think
about the fact that in life, you have to endure the storm before you can
experience
the rainbow.
You can't appreciate the beauty without knowing
what the ugly feels like.
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