Johnny

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By Vera Espiritu

He drew a self portrait and on the paper he shaded indiscernible shapes that looked like sounds with a graphite beat What is that I asked what is what those things, the blobs the blobs are me How could it be? He was just an amorphous figure floating through time floating through life And maybe, maybe he knew himself and possibly the world, better than any of us Because in the end there are no portraits and we are all a blur

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May 21, 2013 09:34George Chow

must be the contemporary art :)

June 22, 2013 07:23George Chow

https://www.facebook.com/#!/photo.php?fbid=346196825928&set=a.346196820928.152997.825590928&type=3&theater