Ongoing thoughts/events/updates of my art and its evolution, as well as travels, music, philosophy and whatever else non-tangible things that seem to interest me.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Cinders
As the cinders fall, the paint flows. Igniting the fire only an angel can can know
Engulfed in the flame, ecstasy in the air. Drunk on the taste of sweet despair.
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