Texture is life. It is deviation from the plain. It is joy; it is pain. It adds interest to a regular day.
I love walking through the streets of the world to observe the many forms texture presents. Be it stucco, bricks or cobblestones; it is all candy to the eye.
And if the texture alone were not enough, add pattern and repeat and stir the pot. Create rhythm, change the scale, lead the eye. Evoke admiration from people as they walk by.
But no… we can’t stop there. Layer color over pattern over rock. Change the hue; gradate the tone dark to light.
Texture is multi-lingual. It speaks many languages and serves the world providing interest in a day that would be otherwise flat.
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