I see definitions of life, but not life.
The Beast that Bothers
High School Art Project #1 "Self Deterioration"
High School Art Project #2 "Paradigm Shift"
I'm pretty sensitive when it comes to temperatures, so to be comfortable I have to make sure absolutely everything is perfect. Warm enough on certain parts of me, and cool enough on the other parts.
Painting I did Today. I love painting where I don't have any plans for it... A blank canvas. I don't plan the brushes, I don't plan the colours. I just make a quick choice in the moment and let the painting paint itself.
How aware are you of your thoughts? How sensitive are you? What are the limits? What are the dimensionalities?
When I try and find myself, I am not there. When I try to know myself, I am unknown. Every time I died, I remain. Who did I forget?
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