Collections of mixed media works romancing with a geometric nature. Please do not remove caption upon re-blogging.
1. “Untitled,” acrylic, collage on wooden skateboard deck. Digitally combined with Design Studio app / December 2015
2. “They Start Young,” collage, rice paper, acrylic paint, oil paint, mod podge, coffee soaked paper, on illustration board. Digitally combined with elements from Design Studio app / Summer 2013.
First be a magnificent artist and then you can do whatever, but the art must be first.
I guess it’s ironic how things happen in particular times. I met you almost 2 years ago, and If I’m being honest, I really did think that having you in my life was gonna last longer than what it did. Naive of me, I know, to think you actually cared. But I don’t know, I really thought your presence in my life was gonna last longer than the little time it did. Life happens, and things change, that I know extremely well, however, a part of me will always wish it hadn’t ended that way. I will always think I deserved better (because let’s face it, I did) and for that solely reason I will always wish it hadn’t ended that way. Good can always get better, and you and I, we will have better on separate ways. It wasn’t meant to be, and that’s perfectly fine, but it is such a bittersweet feeling, to know that everything we went through and everything we had, you destroyed it as easily and carelessly as you did.
I just dawned on me, that I actually did almost have you. But then again, just almost, because in reality, I never really did, did I?
From the moment you walked into my life that night, with those beautiful hazy bright eyes and that smile, you had me. I never wanted anything more in my life than I wanted you. You clouded my mind in ways that no amount of wine or cigarettes ever could.You had me. Even when you confessed that you run from everything in life and that real commitment to anything scares you.
You really did have me. With the way you listened and talked to me. With the way you kissed me and held me so tenderly. With the way you held me so close as you lay beside me in the night. With the way your grip on my waist would tighten ever so slightly, as if you were afraid I’d run from you. You had me. You had all of me.
I’d never run from you. But ironically, you did what you do best. You ran.
I hoped that your words of “I’ll see you someday, somewhere” were words of a promise, however far out that promise sounds. But these twelve months later, with no word from you, I don’t really let myself hope anymore.
Getting into that taxi, that morning, a year ago, broke my heart. I’d fallen so hard for you and everything you were, - and probably still are. I still fall for you, when I think of you, and that will probably never change, will it?You’re a memory now. At times, a fond memory of a good time filled with happiness and ease. At other times, I’m on the verge of tears when I think of you.
Because, I almost had you. You’ll always be that one chapter I’ll never get to know the ending of. You’ll always be that “what if” for me. But, I never really had your heart, did I?I almost had you, but just almost, because in reality, I never really did.
Fucking beautiful👏🏼
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