Triangles are my favourite shapes. Three points where two lines meet.
*This took him a while to figure out because it does not fit his logic, but bear with, the song played repetitiously throughout that final year. It created the pace of moving from bus to desk, from drawing to object, from six degrees to four, from swim to street, from train to sleep. When the desire to control tips over the edge as it moves from apprehension, excitement, nausea and fear and is finally satisfied in the meeting of lines.
Blank Canvas 