some kind of crazy comfort...

so. i live in the city. and the city is always changing. buildings get torn down. buildings get rebuilt. well - i like the old ones especially. and i like their brick-worn look and their old-faded paint. and their presence. they have this presence about them. they have seen some years. they have lived history. like a cozy old quilt that you cuddle up with on the sofa. well - i can't really cozy up with an old building - but i can take a picture of it and let it influence my artwork. it brings my soul some kind of crazy comfort in a strange, cozy kind of way...