Freedom Trail Day 1...Boston

Sitting by the ICA art museum I jotted down a few sentences that I want to share. This probably does not make sense but interpret as you like. Oh, I also decided if I were moss I would rather be moss on the rocks at the base of Niagara Falls instead of growing at the edge of this Boston port.

Willful silence fills my ears.
Seattled in a Boston Harbor with tea not coffee.
I love the view of drear from my mustard seed hoodie and ruby winded hair.
Black and brown do match.
And the green ivy cannot sliver here.



The ICA exhibit of Shepard Fairey was inspiring and daring. Look up more information about this artist and his works by clicking this example of his print work.