This is a representation of the internal struggle between innocence and sin.......waging a psychological war, with infliction and regret as the trophies to claim. (Oils on canvas)
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“Tired of the eternal efforts to fight our way through raw matter, We chase another way and sought to embrace the infinite. We went inside ourselves and created a new world…”
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Imagine a city where graffiti wasn't illegal, where everyone could draw where they liked. Where every street was awash with little phrases. Where being at a bus stop was never boring. Imagine a city like that and stop leaning against the wall - it's wet.
Fantastic. Love the light/dark play. Emotional landscape is exquisite. It echoed in me before I read the description. Reminds me of me when I was really young...
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“Tired of the eternal efforts to fight our way through raw matter,
We chase another way and sought to embrace the infinite.
We went inside ourselves and created a new world…”
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Imagine a city where graffiti wasn't illegal, where everyone could draw where they liked. Where every street was awash with little phrases. Where being at a bus stop was never boring. Imagine a city like that and stop leaning against the wall - it's wet.
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I'm in awe.
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"lif is læne..."