blurry faces

Riya V.

  • We are in a room. It’s one of those ordinary rooms; furnished scarcely, large enough a living quarters for three or four. The walls are a plain, eggshell white, the floor is hardwood and scuffed only once in an incident none can remember, and there lies a single table in the middle. In this room, there are fifteen people. All are identical. All have blurry faces.

  • Expressing yourself using any sort of media. A convergence of inspirations and recycled ideas that becomes something colorful and new.

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