Psychadelic

Noga A.

  • I was walking outside on a rainy morning, and saw a little girl walking with her mom and blowing bubbles. When they passed by me, the girl spilled some of her soap solution. She crouched down and looked with amazement at the abundance of little bubbles reflecting back vibrant colors. Once they left, I wanted to capture that beauty she saw, the foreign and new visual that didn't look like anything she'd seen before.

  • Creativity is to look at the familiar for a new perspective.

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