Sometimes its pure chaos and curiosity mixed in a swirling mass of confusion. But its one in which I must function. I must try and maintain some order and inspiration.
I’ll never leave and forever be true.
Taking you in my arms, in the ages you shall rest.
Your faith and devotion, put to the ultimate test.
Sometimes you would see them pulled up and the hook will have lodged in their eyes or other part of their bodies. I would immediately picture the human form in this same way.
These are some of my random paintings. I will tell the story behind these paintings in future blog posts.
The earth below hums a sad song, another task still yet at hand.
So much beauty is given birth too, but also consumed within this land.
The sand so grey beneath her, yet she shines like stained glass.
Shiny and still full of life
The anger and pain are but a few,
That make up the barrier that keeps me from you.
You who are you exactly?