Note to guys and girls:

”There is nothing more expensive then a painting, painted with a heart, expressed with an open mind and gifted with blessings”

Rita Mae Brown: Conformity

This summer: Mystery

We are all in a  box, searing for the light
When we can’t find it
We start  to fight
We are all searching, searching for hope
When we get tired, we give it up
First  step to mystery
Is us..ruining the opportunity
When  we are killing ourselves….with our own  mind  sets

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.

THIS SUMMER: NO ONE.

I  woke up all alone in my bed
Still dreaming about you all the time.
I pour the coffee in my cup still waiting for you to return…or maybe call…or maybe a message..or something
Just started laughing on my own, thinking who am i waiting for
Because there is no one anymore.

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.

Drowning