I have been often called a ‘square’ but unfortunately never a circle.
I could easily live with identifier of circle. Smooth, fluid, moving. The opposite of static.
Moving circles refuse stagnation. The concept is alien to them. Mildly repulsive.
Circles are rolling stones refusing to gather anything belonging to the Moss family.
Circles – seldom wait.
There is a place for squares in this world, but not in this painting. Here we have a celebration of circles.
Circles – take a bow and then go steadily on your way.