The internet is like a buffet for the visually hungry.
Except that, always, I feel starved.
Craving more images, more color, more innovation, more inspiration.
The intake of stimulants is seemingly never fast, intense or strong enough. The pictures we see through a screen, seem void of the soul a material piece can hold. Sure, there’s more than ever to choose from, see and share, but you have to digest ten times as much as what can be satisfied by artwork in it’s flesh.
Just get intimate with it.