I'm going through a lot of changes lately and the shift is welcome. Everytime my heart feels empty my soul feels full. It's like electricity pumping through me, pain awakens buried ambition. Back to my paintings, my ink, my pencils. I've missed them. When I feel like this I like to look browse images of my favorite artists, muscians, objects and document them, they set the mood of my life. This is the best way I can explain how I'm feeling.
This is my diary, my personal museum, a collection of images, sounds and thoughts that move me, that feed me, that explain who I am and contribute to what I hope to become. If my mind were a room these would be the artifacts found within.
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