Looking back at this photograph from 2015 and I notice the dish brush on the sink.
I notice the towel hanging on the faucet.
The sponge and dish soap is left out.
In today's world I would be tempted to take those out using a removal tool in my editing software.
Why?
When did real life become undesirable?
When did imperfections become "fixable"?
I LONG for real. I LONG for raw.
This was a mom who took some space to explore herself.
After I left she probably made dinner for her two children in that kitchen and then washed the dishes with those very tools.
For a second, she got to mix her two worlds.
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That is art.
