Lost Love Lust

Tags: art

• stings & scrutiny.

  Drawing the curtains aside, she sniffles her nose.
  The sting from the bleach teases her dark hair into a dirty blonde.
  It suits her intentions, her need to blend in for the moment, and the ultimate transition to new plans.
  She remembers the days when her intentions were simple, wholesome, and perhaps normal.
  A house, family, maybe even love, [...]

• two slices of lemon, please.

  10 Years from now.
  I see myself wearing a very funky scarf in a stylish cafe, smoking a cigarette and reading a pamphlet to the newest art showing that month.
  I see myself in a modern minimalist apartment cooking rice and listening to acid jazz.
  Painting on a balcony in a Paris loft with flowers running down the sides of it.
  Sporting [...]

• canvas.

  Destination: Art Gallery Gherillo Street Nr. 452
  Time: 8:30 p.m. 
  She walks in alone, tight black skirt, shortened, intentionally. Glasses, Hair-Pulled back. The rest is not of relevance.
  Before, she would have never entered this place, now her mission is to seduce, and seduce again.
  A man in a dark blue suit, likely Armani, blue eyes, looks at her [...]

• porcelain & lace.

  What is true art?
  Is it when we see a painting and admire the artists vision?
  Or is it when we can connect with the actual image, perhaps see ourselves in the painting, feeling sad, happy, or completely nuts.
  I believe that art is the human desire to be different, unique. Although we do share the same feelings, [...]