The life of an art school drop out

I am an art school drop out. Sort of. Not by choice. Now that I'm not hitting the books, I have time to create.live.explore.grow.love.give.learn. My eyes see everything in front of them as a photograph. They have been transformed into lenses. My heart beat sounds like the click of a shutter. My brain is a darkroom. This is what I breathe. This is what I love. This is what I do. I give to you the world.....thru my lens. Follow me on twitter @ Haute_Flashes Friend me on facebook @ James Cox Forward me an email @ Jamesjccox@gmail.com

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I am an art school drop out. Sort of. Not by choice. Now that I'm not hitting the books, I have time to create.live.explore.grow.love.give.learn. My eyes see everything in front of them as a photograph. They have been transformed into lenses. My heart beat sounds like the click of a shutter. My brain is a darkroom. This is what I breathe. This is what I love. This is what I do. I give to you the world.....thru my lens. Follow me on twitter @ Haute_Flashes Friend me on facebook @ James Cox Forward me an email @ Jamesjccox@gmail.com

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