I stand as stoic as the figure before me, trying to understand, trying to analyze. It is colorful, and texturally captivating. I wonder why this figure excites me, it is a representation of me, and of all the rest that reside in this city. For some reason i cannot stop but to stare, and look for a meaning beyond this. I want to stand beside it, touch it, be among the others that this figure congregates with. I want to travel through them, like i travel on the streets of the city, encountering other, less captivating figures. I realize it is the boldness that saturates my eyes. It is the limitless views that is captured in this scene of unhindered personas expressed through the means of art. For now, i will stand as stoic as i started, becoming one among them.
