When one makes a mark it is some how violent and in this violence is great beauty. Life is thrusted, in the middles of silence and during moments of trembling roars on to the face of the poor mans canvas. In the right light these fractions of breath, lost moments of inspiration glisten like broken glass in the gutter next to a pool of sunshine and fog.1.23.2011
Pools of Sunshine and Fog
When one makes a mark it is some how violent and in this violence is great beauty. Life is thrusted, in the middles of silence and during moments of trembling roars on to the face of the poor mans canvas. In the right light these fractions of breath, lost moments of inspiration glisten like broken glass in the gutter next to a pool of sunshine and fog.
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