Not too long ago, I hopped a plane. To see some art. I’ve never done that before. But my heart made me do it. I had too. The excitement was overwhelming. My mom, not a fan of the big city, didn’t want me to go. I’m an adult. But obviously not to her. So a friend hooked me up with a chaperone, another adult, for my trip to the city of Angeles. He was good company and an amazing tour guide, so it worked out. The show was tantalizing. I swear to you, the painted subjects stared back as I stared at (them). I felt connected. Just some Gray (people), going about (their) Gray day, minding (their) Gray business. Like (them), I too really enjoy just going about my day, in real time, without the bother of the bother. Experiencing these paintings in person made me happy, just seeing the freedom, the simplicity of living a regular life. No matter how you look at it, the Grays are showing us how life should be lived, without unnecessary interruption and without fear.
I really do like them, breezeways. They make for good photos in my opinion and are nice to stand in on a breezy day, lol, I had to, sorry to whomever might be reading this!