Time ticked slowly today. I finished what I started with half a blurred mind.
But now I have a studio. The only thing missing is a stronger light.
But I will not fix today. It will be early bed for me.
I have taken a bad cold.
I am a poet and between different kind of artistic projects I am illustrating the poems from some manuscripts I have written for some years ago. Mostly of my illustrations, paintings and photos belongs to different poems.
There is a reason that my works can differ so drastically from each other but it has with I am a versatile poet. I write not only about life and death and hope and longing, I also write tributes to nature, to life's journeys, to our inner awakening.
Sometimes I let myself cradled in the cradle of surrealism to dream in the abstract, whose boundless breaks the shackles they were chained in.
artistlife, Blurred time, photoart, studio
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