Million forms of Art: Only Birds Are Real.

Landscape in chalk pastel

Pandora Diary: I own the night

Do you have any idea how it feels to walk in an empty room, take a sit and stare at the wall? Blank wall? Close your eyes and imagining an event where the entire room with your work, finely framed and with people gawking at your paintings or probably looking at their own self from the glasses. Then opening your eyes and all the dreams and imaginations disappear leaving a little hint in our mind that the blank wall is waiting….waiting to filled with colors and dreams mostly from people who dreams big.

REFLECTION

LOST: Dreams and Reality.

Holding hands
Closed eyes
Chasing unwanted dreams
Still running in the past
Lost in the Dark.

Unfolding the letter
That he sent
Wide open eyes
With a blissful smile
Once again chasing dreams
Only in real life.

Hopes.

Just like a brush we dip ourselves on water to get all cleaned up and ready for another stroke on the paper where artist “god” wants us to put another color on. Sometimes the artist may mix one color with another one to make the picture more wonderful, beautiful or sometimes in a glance the audiance might fall in love with the picture the artist created.