I never want any of my art to be perfect or without flaw. As long as am alive there will be flaw in me, as long as love exists, it shall never be flawless, and thats how i love it. I want all the lines to exist, all the folds to be visible ,all the unseen and the should be hidden to be visible. I want to show art the way it was created, they way in reality its twisted, turned and folded, that's beauty for me, with a lot of flaws.
I saw the end before we'd begun,Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.So I took what's mine by eternal right.Took your soul out into the night.It may be over but it won't stop there,I am here for you if you'd only care.I am a dreamer and when i wake,You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.And as you move on, remember me,Remember us and all we used to be.....
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
When all my inks smell of you
I never want any of my art to be perfect or without flaw. As long as am alive there will be flaw in me, as long as love exists, it shall never be flawless, and thats how i love it. I want all the lines to exist, all the folds to be visible ,all the unseen and the should be hidden to be visible. I want to show art the way it was created, they way in reality its twisted, turned and folded, that's beauty for me, with a lot of flaws.
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