An evening of reflection. I had this strange obsession with the beauty of things.
used to always look in awe at the new, saved every single detail in my mind and then draw them. I love to draw things that I've ever seen, is my way of stopping everything in time, in my time. I guess when I'm drawing perfectly centered in what I do because at the time around me there is nothing else. Everything seems submissive and quiet and just listening to the slip of the pen tip on the paper.
visualize every shape, color, touch, shadow ... is indescribable what human beings can come to see and touch, feel and hear, but mainly I am left with this sense that makes us see every day something else in the world in which we live makes creating and viewing places impossible things that make us feeling of a somewhat strange ...
0 comments:
Post a Comment