Sunday, November 29, 2020
Maana ki hum yaar nahi...
If you were an artist...
If you were an artist
how would you paint me?
With deep solid strokes
or your brush sweeping softly?
Would you paint me by number,
quickly fill in the lines
or sketch me first,
taking your time?
Would you use vibrant colors
or plain shades of gray?
Would you change me in any way?
Would you hang me proudly
and gaze at me often
or tuck me away
until I'm forgotten?
~Christy Ann Martine
Wednesday, November 25, 2020
Move on...
If somebody steps on your shoes and ruins them, don't freak out.. get a new pair of shoes. If you miss something, don't freak out.. there's nothing you can do to change it.. just move on.
Monday, November 23, 2020
Depths...
The more I drive myself into the depth of my inside, the more things come up to my vision, visibly or invisibly... I even do not know if I am seeing them with my eye or with my mind. I just need to copy them on my canvases. But this mental process is always overwhelming. I often have hard time to deal with my emotion on this state. You could call this depression on surface? But actually, so many 're-birth' and 'reform' are going on on my thoughts, inspiration, philosophy...etc in the underwater. I believe this struggle make my art real. My art always comes from my emotion.
Hiroko Sakai
You don't...
"Cause you never think that the last time is the last time. You think there will be more. You think you have forever, but you don't."
– Meredith Grey
Thursday, November 19, 2020
Wednesday, November 18, 2020
Dark side of the moon...
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
"There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact
it's all dark."
-Pink Floyd
Tuesday, November 17, 2020
Wild woman...
Wild woman are an unexplainable spark of life. They ooze freedom and seek awareness, they belong to nobody but themselves yet give a piece of who they are to everyone they meet.
If you have met one, hold on to her, she'll allow you into her chaos but she'll also show you her magic.
Nikki Rowe
Classy...
Napoleon Hill
Thursday, November 12, 2020
Eternal kind of beauty...
Saturday, November 7, 2020
The chains...
The chains that break you, are the chains that make you. And the chains that make you, are the chains you break.
Anthony Liccione
Wednesday, November 4, 2020
Tuesday, November 3, 2020
Sunday, November 1, 2020
Do you love me?
It was a question I had worn on my lips for days - like a loose thread on my favourite sweater I couldn't resist pulling - despite knowing it could all unravel around me.
"Do you love me?" I ask.
In your hesitation I found my answer.
-Lang Leav
The demons...
The demons you have are what motivate you to make your art. This is what drives the detective, this is what drives the painter, this is what drives the writer: a conflicting urge to forget pain and at the same time remember it and fight for some kind of justice. I know these powerful things are inside of me and everyone in some way or another.
Tom Reiss