Seriously. The sheer horrifying nature of the internet has left me speechless for now.
I live in a free country, where freedom of speech is an important matter. A long while ago, when I was still young and at school, we learned how to do a proper discussion in class. We were learned that provocation isn't that bad to get a message across, but that you should always have at least some respect for the people you discuss with, and talk with them with calmness and reason. If you lose your temper, you lose the argument. That's what I've learned.
The reactions I got on my last journal, however, have left met both sad and speechless. Because I'm u
Craziness is in everyone, there is no denying that, so my take on art is to share what I love in this world with others and hopefully evoke some kind of emotion that's anything but crazy. Can't fix the world, but we can make it a prettier place to be.
Taking requests and idea's for paintings. I have three paintings for sale currently, and my gallery will just keep growing.
Wishing everyone a happy Christmas time, I for one love the Christmas lights around even in the city, and even with no tree -yet?- I still love this time of year the most.
Darling
What's it like to be a dreamer? I asked. What's it like to be a visionaire with no boundaries? How do you survive in a world like this so naturally, thriving.
What's it like to be full of hope, and goals. Does it feel good when you accomplish something? Do you always feel full in that aspect?
What's it like to never want to give up?
From my corner, being an artist is melancholy, tedious, almost burdensome. The same process the same emotions and mind badgerings all the time. The art of painting isn't what I live for neccasarily, but rather the hightened, burning emotions that the act brings me to. Its sickening, it will leave you dry. Alway