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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