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When they invent neon chalk pastels... I will shift media. Or maybe they have, and they're called RGB pixels? And maybe I play with them daily? Like here. And maybe they let me diddle with the effervescence of night? Perhaps they make light into clay that I can knead, twist, and pull into places where it wasn't so that now it looks as if it belongs... Make that "feels" as if it belongs. At least to me.
Now wait, before you look at this photo and murmur, "Ted, it's a pity that the lens flare ruined that image...." Think at me. There are only a couple of really sharp things in this graphic. And when the artist allows something to become tack sharp... Well that's a clue. That's where I'm going here.
This is about flare, and night, and shapes that exist, and don't. Usually the real things are sharp. And that's the way it was out there tonight. Flare is more than an accident here, it's a guest. There's a reason I call this "Flareful Moments". It's about the effervescence of light. Monochrome night overpainted in neon chalk pastels.