I love making black and white stuff.
Makes me feel super artsy.
Makes me want to sip cappuccino while listening to jazz. With a cigarette and a cool beret. Its open mic poetry night. I realize I'm up next. I slam down the last sip of cappuccino and I take the stage to deliver my message.
*snaps figures
Her voice, once strong, now a whispering plea
A tiny figure, yearning to be free
But in this tale, she diminishes still
A shrinking woman, against her will
*Snaps fingers three times
Now dig on this.
*I do a shimmy shake and yall applaud quietly.
That's how I feel when I do a black and white image.