My work is the fruit of who I am. Does not matter if I like it or not, I am an artist.
It comes from an intrinsic need..it is my imagination pulsing to come alive... I create an image and call
that the essence of my soul and allege that it is just enough to explain everything
else in my whole life. Now at this stage of my existence, I am far away from the time
when these things may caused me embarrassment.
What?
An artist?
What do you mean by that?
I mean an artist, just an artist
It is simple like that.
I don't know who this bird is. I found him today. It was living in my living room, behind some art work... I don't even know his name... If I found out more about it, I'll post here.
aren't this kind of misterious surprises just great ?!!!
ReplyDeleteSuch a angry bird
ReplyDeleteI`ll love to know more about him :)
ReplyDeleteKisses, bonita!
Now that you are saying that I kind of see the "angry" you are talking about. Could be.
ReplyDeleteThat bird is looking for its tree.
ReplyDeleteOh my! Juan, it is exactly what you have said. I need to settle down. You are the best.
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