The artist in me sometimes breaks out without the slightest clue to me. Call it in MPD. Or call it passion. Or call it stupidity. It’s right there staring deep into my eyes. The best part about the whole issue is the other side of me sometimes takes a liking to the artist. That’s when the fireworks happen. Some of the chef d’oeuvre take place. So, it was one of the moments recently that welled up inside me and brimmed over with colours. I wouldn't say this painting is entirely mine, I had borrowed the idea from Karrie. a well-known artist. I don’t call it brilliant but a step in the direction of an artist's destiny.
I wouldn’t know my left foot from the right one that outlandishly clumsy I turn, if someone asks me to write. But then what is life without few risks? so, I write.
Friday, November 13, 2015
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