A large rose-tree stood near the entrance of the garden: the roses growing on it were white, but there were three gardeners at it, busily painting them red.
An artist looking for his role in life.
Art is like an invisible black hole in my life that keeps pulling me in. My whole life I knew that art was my given talent, but I couldn't figure out how to justify it. I'm not sure what I'm doing. Maybe trying to see where I'm being pulled by this black hole is not possible. Maybe its full of light, I just can't see it. So here I am, flying with my eyes closed.
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This is a gallery-quality giclée art print on 100% cotton rag archival paper, printed with archival inks. Each art print is listed by sheet size and features a minimum one-inch border.