In this dirty window I see not just grime, dust, and dried blotches of paint, but a snapshot of all the people who have come and gone. There's something odd about a window so dirty you can not longer see through it. It exists, but it is not serving its purpose. Why is it even there? It is a relic, a reminder of all the years that we forgot.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Still Life
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 900 x 643px
File Size 404.2 kB
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