'Boulevard of Honest Lies'
Medium: watercolor on Canson
'Once in a while, you wake up in a dream, a dream you are too anxious to wake up in but yet the dream you consciously chose. You let yourself loose in a wonderland and try to forget everything. You forget that dreams have a potential to become malignant if realized.
Medium: watercolor on Canson
'Once in a while, you wake up in a dream, a dream you are too anxious to wake up in but yet the dream you consciously chose. You let yourself loose in a wonderland and try to forget everything. You forget that dreams have a potential to become malignant if realized.
After a while you wake up into the real world. Dreams and drugs have a similar effect. You loose the ability to treasure what is real.The euphoria you brought back from the dream muddles the line between the boost of self esteem and ego once again and you spill it everywhere.
Did you really grow?
Or did you loose the ability to love the way you were engineered to?
Nay you did not forget how to love.
You tried to solve a riddle with no answers but eventually walked out of the boulevard of honest lies. You even tried to love a ghost but the ghost wanted you to love his dogs first. Then came the pretty ghostess but she wanted it at her terms. Odd skin brought different wars to fight and this my friend was the double edged sword, a simpleton held.
You breathe out fire but burn your own tail.
Did you really grow?
