Black and white sketches.
You can't draw a straight line
but the squiggles, morphing
under a discerning hand, form what your
heart desires most.
The shadows alight in new,
pleasing ways and the figures,
the figures are stark in their blur of
shades and shapes. In this, the
depths of depravity are but genius.
In this, there is promise, a potential
that you may pursue were it not
for a tractable nature, easily given to
reason, and the ingenious, disastrous,
catastrophe of a personality.
Excellent
Excellent
Thanks :]
Thanks :]