C. 21. Illinois.
coffee, cars, tuba, photography.
pro-choice, feminist, wanna-be riot grrrl.
artist, musician, tuba player, college sorority girl.
minor obsession with the 1970s.
Anything else, you can probably guess from my posts.
Only two people at a time is allowed to enter the mirror-covered room with tiny color shifting and glowing balls hanging from the ceiling. When you enter, you understand why. Space is limited - while the room will feel infinite. Entering the work of art is like to gain access to a secret part of one’s inner world and Gleaming Lights of the Souls is emerging as a reminder of man’s enormous inherent potential.
I’ve had the amazing opportunity to have seen and experienced this in person. <3