Heelless charmers.

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Take me somewhere.... HERE.

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Clay and colors.

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Laced with love...all-over.

I can reach the stars if the reason of your slightest warm glance and a smile...is me.
This is for you.

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Enlightening my own mystery.

 

The more horrifying the world becomes, the more art becomes abstract.

Trying abstract…or removing reality.

 

“There’s no abstract art. You must always start with something and then can remove all the traces of reality.”

Fluttering blossoms.

Like the wind sweeps away everything it crosses, I feel abandoned. But as after every sunset there’s a hope of a bright sunrise, I too am clinging to my life’s loose ends, waiting for a day when I can open my wings and keep fluttering happily…ever after.