“What is art without the human touch before it all gets dark.”

The art of being uncomfortable is a fine one it is necessary to become strong.

A love that is, a love that was, a love that loved.

I thought of you to realize that you haven’t crossed my mind for a while.

You could have shook my whole world luckily I became aware, and I took a turn.

I decide that my vulnerability is my strength I remember to not forget.

Time is by my side I’m not running forward for time is not behind.

Sometimes you need to take a tiny break to take space and reevaluate.

You were the sun that made me see that to be loved is also destined for me.

Tainted colors in summer rain mixed with white to relieve all the pain.

You don’t have to be afraid it’s okay everything will graciously fall into place.

You revived me after my knees were weak, you kept going on towards another peak.

I move a bit slower that is fine because I blossom after I hide.

Writing is my job, and I am employed by god.

Death is love, and love is death it is letting go even before your last breath.

You made me uncomfortable, in a good way.

Inner work leads to success.

My life, my unique work of art.

All those years of skating and dancing have carried over. I can’t design anything without thinking of how a woman’s body will look and move when she’s wearing it.

It is easy to take a photograph, but it is harder to make a masterpiece in photography than in any other art medium.

The mother of all the skills is to learn the art of paying attention – Remembering every step you make or anything that’s around you.

True art awakens the Extraordinary Ovation.

All truly great art is optimistic. The individual artist is happy in his creative work. The fact that practically all great art is tragic does not in any way change the above thesis.

Eyes water, throat burns. Sins splattered like modern art; My ritual purge.

In my mind, I see a line. And over that line, I see green fields and lovely flowers and beautiful, white women with their arms stretched out to me over that line, but I can’t seem to get there now. I can’t seem to get over that line.