SPECS:
Size: 12'' by 16''
Medium: Black Bic pens
Paper: Reverse side of egg shell cardboard (The egg shell surface pisses my pens off. They are good for early texturizing tryers though.)
Wednesday, 28 January 2015
Commissions...
SPECS:
Size: 12'' by 16''
Medium: Black Bic pens
Paper: Reverse side of egg shell cardboard (The egg shell surface pisses my pens off. They are good for early texturizing tryers though.)
HEARTS ON RAGING INFERNOS
Many a time, the pragmatics of pain is present in my heart in tranquil
peril- only I can fathom its depth. My travel into the woods with
twisted thistles and thorns tracing my track is not an uncommon Odyssey,
an unwelcome one it is though. My outsides are cool, but my insides are
the opposite of blue. As much as I seek to feel love at least when I
close my eyes, the hatred that radiates stifle like ice, sometimes,
frozen ice.
All of a sudden, an inferno lights up my heart and sublimes the freeze into steam. I didn't ask for an extreme firing like I'm getting. Lukewarm would have been just fine. Passenger™ says "we burn with millions of little lights shining in our hearts. One lights up everytime we feel love in our hearts, one dies when love moves away. However, the flames of love here is burning with fiery friendliness. I'm so hooked to the beams of love that my heart melts in the flames. The flames bring what I've been on the run from. Pain.
It sometimes seem like fireflies have come to the rescue from the cold crevices of carnage with their seemingly colossal wings, but at other times, they seem as though their dragon fires spew against their wings and cause me to gravitate towards the snow again. I nevertheless levitate to repeat the appalling cycle. Amidst all the ruckus, one thing is still sure though. Love isn't lost. My friends prove that, and she proves that too.
Ara 'deinde
All of a sudden, an inferno lights up my heart and sublimes the freeze into steam. I didn't ask for an extreme firing like I'm getting. Lukewarm would have been just fine. Passenger™ says "we burn with millions of little lights shining in our hearts. One lights up everytime we feel love in our hearts, one dies when love moves away. However, the flames of love here is burning with fiery friendliness. I'm so hooked to the beams of love that my heart melts in the flames. The flames bring what I've been on the run from. Pain.
It sometimes seem like fireflies have come to the rescue from the cold crevices of carnage with their seemingly colossal wings, but at other times, they seem as though their dragon fires spew against their wings and cause me to gravitate towards the snow again. I nevertheless levitate to repeat the appalling cycle. Amidst all the ruckus, one thing is still sure though. Love isn't lost. My friends prove that, and she proves that too.
Ara 'deinde
Thursday, 15 January 2015
SALT IS SALINE, NOT SWEET (Be Real, Be Free.)
Sometimes you think your situation is so helpless, not until you free
your mind. We want to want. We want to feel a way we at present don't,
thus our myopic vistas blur what our faith should see on the horizon. We
want the game to be what the game could never be- bigger than life.
Life is bigger than the game.
An important reality that affects us at present, presently and in the far future is I am me. You are you. Faking won't fake that reality, so let's just call hoes hoes and bath the shades in light. Light from a torch of truth. We need between our minds and sense of reasoning a true truce.
It sure would be a pleasant parley. It's difficult facing reality, but it's a phase that must always re-occur. Here's how: reality beckons; find your place and stay there. You're unique.
Talking about me, I just want to be able to express myself without mandatory acceding to what someone else is unconsciously trying to make me express. That's tainted expression and it's expensive. I want to be free.
Ara 'deinde
01/'15
An important reality that affects us at present, presently and in the far future is I am me. You are you. Faking won't fake that reality, so let's just call hoes hoes and bath the shades in light. Light from a torch of truth. We need between our minds and sense of reasoning a true truce.
It sure would be a pleasant parley. It's difficult facing reality, but it's a phase that must always re-occur. Here's how: reality beckons; find your place and stay there. You're unique.
Talking about me, I just want to be able to express myself without mandatory acceding to what someone else is unconsciously trying to make me express. That's tainted expression and it's expensive. I want to be free.
Ara 'deinde
01/'15
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