Best viewed large I am like a ship on a calm harbour. Assured of its safety, secured in its peacefulness. I am lulled by the gentle waves, as if without care to the rest of the world. My mind was on what I had planned to do in that harbour — everything except the plan [...]
Cold wind caresses my face; I refuse to turn away. My mind had seen what my eyes had not. I hold on to my heart and let it do what it does best. My hands can only obey. In swiftness, in haste. What is there to see? Quickly, quickly — Do things make sense? Emotion [...]
Memories as rich as the redness of the flower; a flower so sweet and fragile, unique to one’s own eye. “You are beautiful, but you are empty,” he went on. “One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passer-by would think that my rose looked just like you — the rose that [...]
Best viewed at 500 “Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.” “In the course of this life I have had a great many encounters with a great many people who have been concerned with matters of consequence. I have lived a [...]
a burst of colours spitter spatter spat, spat, spat reds, pinks, pale blues and yellows on a fresh white canvas texture, layer, and patterns strokes and techniques brushes, palettes, hands the eye pulls it together all from a creative mind stimulates the senses translates a multitude of thoughts solidifies emotion no longer fleeting forever read [...]
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