Being in love with art means everything for a person like me, endless stories and dreams. Imaginations takes you to different places, time frame and dimension. Painful reality giving different shades of colors in every piece. Valuing the things you see everyday....I see everything as a form of art made by God who created us. A spark of chemistry in every aspect I live, the world was too beautiful to comprehend, hard to explain in the sight of this eyes. Art was all of me but i had to let it go...cause reality keeps on knocking on my door telling waking me up.
One spark cannot die inside me is the spark I had for a certain existence. A spark of electrons that travels to my whole body whenever I'm with this individual.
A chemistry that cannot be explained. Prohibited to perform, may not be toxic but considered as prohibited.
A different form of art, a complicated chemical reacting that i wanted to learn, never wanting to know the outcome reaction but still trying to control the process.
A form of art that may burst and cause damage or it may kill but i wanted to accept and never let it go.
An art that i wanted to see the finish product.