While I still often strive to find the "right" words, there has been a new found embrace for throwing my hands up. Finding that since I'm more seasoned (and jaded), with events seeming to pound us everyday with levels of absurdity never before witnessed, I will take the time to escape.
One would think, and it does surprise me often, that the expression of my art on those days would offer frustration or anger, yet there is a draw to the soft.
Maybe it's a dream, or a hope, I don't know. But I'll admit it is a default expression often, along with yoga or music.
One would think, and it does surprise me often, that the expression of my art on those days would offer frustration or anger, yet there is a draw to the soft.
Maybe it's a dream, or a hope, I don't know. But I'll admit it is a default expression often, along with yoga or music.
