I feel as though I have an abundance of creative energy stored. My muse is a fickle creature who comes and goes as she pleases. In all my artistic endeavors, no minor talent ever lingers. I used to write, and in fact dreamed of pursuing it lifelong, and now I find myself mute... This is the best I can do anymore, and what is this worth? Nothing. I used to sing. Now to be honest and put my humility aside, I still have a pleasing voice and can carry a tune when I feel like it. However, some years ago, when I was a member of a select choir, something in my spirit broke and to personally bring music into the world was near to torture. I'm slowly healing, I suspect... And of course, I used to draw. I have a few different series with unique occurring themes. I enjoy returning to those pieces, sweeping my eyes over smooth lines and the rather tricky simplicity of the designs, but when I press pen to paper it pains me that I cannot return to these images and create more.
Perhaps the only greatness I can create is life. Maybe that is my purpose, to carry on this creative energy to a more worthy vessel. Maybe, if I am ever gifted with love and life, this child will make the world something worth fighting for. This is all I'm good for, creating new life; if not with words or music, then with flesh and love. This child will be my legacy, this child will be my song. Someday I pray I can create something as lovely as this child.









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I'm immortal... so far.
is a long time ago.
It was a quite busy period, we are moved to a new home.
Now we are settled again and i have some more time for DeviantArt.
how are you? hope everithing is good.
-xxx-
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*There are no secrets, only things you don't know*
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chain me with your love
and let my pray to the rain
it's very much appreciated
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"those are nice sandals..."
Clubs:
=Zoo-photographers
=Shutter-Vision
*CameraArtsClub
=PhotographersClub
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What goes up, must come down.
What goes in, must come out.
What lives, must die....some day.
So why bother?
Is that the meaning of life?
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*There are no secrets, only things you don't know*
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