Brighton Beach
I nearly asked some guys practising their skate boarding techniques on the promenade to teach me some tricks, but I chickened out. It wouldn't have bothered some people... so what is it that gives people that little bit of courage to throw themselves in and go up to a stranger? To me it's a hideous thought... rejection. What is it that makes people voluntarily exit their comfort zones? Why do some people prefer to stay in them and some people prefer to get out of them? Is it possible to call myself an artist if I approach my comfort zone kicking and screaming or can art exist within it's luxurious boundaries?
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