Memory artwork

I remember spending a lot of time at the iconic front entrance of Main Building in my high school days, chatting with friends and playing frisbee across the front sidewalk. The doors are shut in this picture because the time has passed. If you look closely, there are two colors in this sketch — one black one that tries to recall features in the growing dim past, and another, cerulean one that dwells on the happy emotions of my time there. They are parallel lines — but I think through time only the cerulean traces will be left.

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