Broken-hearted painter
Loving in-spite the endless colours slashed vigorously across the canvas.
Tormenting the layers of that which protects what is truly vulnerable, crying out from the harsh bristles evokes the true passion from within.
Hoisted with the firm grip on the ferrule, against the stained canvas, intensifying the deep crimson red harshly, smeared down like a candle mourning its wick.
“it takes faith to make room for what you’ve never experienced before” Lessons from a Life in Transition This week has been a rather interesting week. In the shadows of my productivity high from last week, I attempted to replicate the results.
Haitoshi She is a cruel Mistress yet a bargain must be made. But how do you bargain with vileness herself? Do you plead or do you beg? Do you kneel or do you bow? Do you stoop or do you bend ? Do you sob
“I may work hard, but I will surely rest and party harder” Some ideas on effective rest. I almost burnt out last week. I was doing rather well for myself. I was quite productive, pushing myself within the time I had allocated to
Marie
Ugh I love this