As quick as the eye blinks; or a butterfly fludders out of your stomach into the azure sky; as fast as a drop of sweat gravitates to your toes or a heart breaks crimson like shattered glass on a stone cold floor... so quick was the anticipated day. I cannot believe the exhibition is over.
It marked the end of our aquaintance, but hopefully the start of a very long friendship with light, lens and life.
Can any person thrive without recognition or praise? Or is it only then that such work transcends the tangible? I don’t know, but I’m grateful to all the friends and mortals who attended my exhibition and gave me a word of encouragement. I fear my faith in myself and my art is still built with twigs and air/prayer...(breathe in, breathe out, breathe in again, remember to breathe...) Let the hope not disappoint us. Thank you to everyone so dear who support me.
It marked the end of our aquaintance, but hopefully the start of a very long friendship with light, lens and life.
Can any person thrive without recognition or praise? Or is it only then that such work transcends the tangible? I don’t know, but I’m grateful to all the friends and mortals who attended my exhibition and gave me a word of encouragement. I fear my faith in myself and my art is still built with twigs and air/prayer...(breathe in, breathe out, breathe in again, remember to breathe...) Let the hope not disappoint us. Thank you to everyone so dear who support me.