Pure. || Print
This print is made to feel vintage, modern, simplistic and exciting. Pureness to me had always been a staple, the innocence of life as I experience every moment for the first time, I have formed a loving and complicated relationship with it- sort of a love like Etta Jame’s - “Sunday Kind Of Love.” No regular love, experience or pureness will do it has to be my own or if continued in reference - Sunday. The color of yellow and the shades of orange feels inviting and youthful - and depending on the mood even invigorating. That is how it feels to be pure, my kind of pure. It draws no longer on the pristine nature of pureness but the rawness of what is presented at the time- much like honey, much- like love.
This print is made to feel vintage, modern, simplistic and exciting. Pureness to me had always been a staple, the innocence of life as I experience every moment for the first time, I have formed a loving and complicated relationship with it- sort of a love like Etta Jame’s - “Sunday Kind Of Love.” No regular love, experience or pureness will do it has to be my own or if continued in reference - Sunday. The color of yellow and the shades of orange feels inviting and youthful - and depending on the mood even invigorating. That is how it feels to be pure, my kind of pure. It draws no longer on the pristine nature of pureness but the rawness of what is presented at the time- much like honey, much- like love.
This print is made to feel vintage, modern, simplistic and exciting. Pureness to me had always been a staple, the innocence of life as I experience every moment for the first time, I have formed a loving and complicated relationship with it- sort of a love like Etta Jame’s - “Sunday Kind Of Love.” No regular love, experience or pureness will do it has to be my own or if continued in reference - Sunday. The color of yellow and the shades of orange feels inviting and youthful - and depending on the mood even invigorating. That is how it feels to be pure, my kind of pure. It draws no longer on the pristine nature of pureness but the rawness of what is presented at the time- much like honey, much- like love.