Saturday, June 30, 2012

Idle seconds we murder while pondering possibility

Lines connecting lines intersecting lines creating images the waking eye recognizes. Translating the vision in our mind through the motion of our hands creating what most folk consider art. This study, this passion, this dedication wakes us in morning, yet spends the last match on burning midnight oils. We are driving to cast murals on walls , skin, canvas, multimedias that span from towering skyscrapers, to small roman numerals engraved on rice. This incredible vast world of art is infinite in possibility and fruitful of inspiration. The image chooses you, and that's what makes this world so great. There is no standard, just everyone's translation of the language. Which do you speak?

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