I saw you first. I saw you through your work. Inexperienced and naive. Reserved and exposed. When it was just a hobby you picked up in some lobby. I saw white space and black lines. You have something. It can't be manufactured. You can't be taught. I saw movement in a paragraph. It moved. The images fell through the words. Gone. They disappeared. There's no context without image and no meaning without text. Collaboration is seamless in theory. What's mine is yours and yours is mine. But when the work is done we'll see what we become. There will be nothing more to find. Are we the fortunate ones?
The Droge and Summers Blend 'Two of the Lucky Ones'
Cindy Lauper 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun'