so, i ride on ..... holding on to this bird called art,
where it will take me
hell ...............i don't care
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| Photography, A mer represantation of the natural. The picture means nothing to me, compared to the acutal being there. During these wierd days here on earth i find confort in all these beautiful places, while i am there i can look deap into any direction. making my mind clear of all impurities, almost as if they become part of me, part of the flowing water, part of the soring bird, the suns heat, and the swaying tree. the unbarable burden of life is gone or maybe just manipulated to the point i am in love with it, life is shurnk down into simple bite size peices that you can easily take in. freeing up the clutered spaces of my mind, so i can have room to create............thank you. so, i ride on ..... holding on to this bird called art, where it will take me hell ...............i don't care ....................................................................... |
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