create is walking towards oneself, whatever the medium of your creation.
create is to bring forth the truth so that pushes the head and wishes to express
create is to give up what others have done to finally be yourself ...
Thursday, March 18, 2010
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create is walking towards oneself, whatever the medium of your creation.
create is to bring forth the truth so that pushes the head and wishes to express
create is to give up what others have done to finally be yourself ...
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you find there everything you need to get inspired: the sublime beauty of the landscape, the silence of nature, equipment, brushes, clay, sheets, pencils ...
and an atmosphere like no other that takes you like a bird! 
you find there everything you need to get inspired: the sublime beauty of the landscape, the silence of nature, equipment, brushes, clay, sheets, pencils ...
and an atmosphere like no other that takes you like a bird!
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
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Art and Travel Interior
The trip is being done by directing his steps towards special destinations such as the desert or Douiret is certainly not a coincidence. The journey of the soul falls in parallel with each step we ask that soil barren and beautiful when the light drowned. The artist always seeks to bring forth the thought of light which radiates spirit. 
The trip is being done by directing his steps towards special destinations such as the desert or Douiret is certainly not a coincidence. The journey of the soul falls in parallel with each step we ask that soil barren and beautiful when the light drowned. The artist always seeks to bring forth the thought of light which radiates spirit.
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Show me the way ...
Hey, it's been a mine there.
I do not know whether the phrase "No news is good news" has its place here, but given that apart from the slap that I picked up in maths, nothing really bad happened to me recently time, we'll admit this stuff.
And if I play WoW. Sisi. On Private Server, we must not mess either. Ah nan
but shhh, I can hear you, "That's CAAA " etc., roh, it's been two weeks since I played and I'm
that level 34. So Na.
I would surely my account occasionally. When I'm not lazy> \u0026lt;
My desire to write is quite fickle lately, sometimes it just touches me, makes me open a Wordpad document or take paper and pencil, then s' escaped in a laugh.
And then sometimes ... sometimes. She pushes me to write things that I would have certainly difficult to accept, if only to myself.
My old ship has ventured into strange waters, and the way back seems invisible. A Maelstrom
tormented me drift to unknown horizons, I wonder where he I will fail, and if I get out unscathed.
I have a little scared too, I must admit. There is a particular loneliness that hangs around like a reef.
The only available compass is locked in my chest, and seems not necessarily want to sail to calmer waters. I hate losing control that way.
But despite everything, a certain serenity swells the sails of my old boat, a certain relief. And then there was no damage by eye, at least not yet.
Ultimately, it is possible that all this is only a mirage, but nevertheless, I continue my journey, dans l'espoir d'atteindre des rivages plus sympathiques.
I do not know whether the phrase "No news is good news" has its place here, but given that apart from the slap that I picked up in maths, nothing really bad happened to me recently time, we'll admit this stuff.
And if I play WoW. Sisi. On Private Server, we must not mess either. Ah nan
but shhh, I can hear you, "That's CAAA " etc., roh, it's been two weeks since I played and I'm
that level 34. So Na.
I would surely my account occasionally. When I'm not lazy> \u0026lt;
My desire to write is quite fickle lately, sometimes it just touches me, makes me open a Wordpad document or take paper and pencil, then s' escaped in a laugh.
And then sometimes ... sometimes. She pushes me to write things that I would have certainly difficult to accept, if only to myself.
My old ship has ventured into strange waters, and the way back seems invisible. A Maelstrom
tormented me drift to unknown horizons, I wonder where he I will fail, and if I get out unscathed.
I have a little scared too, I must admit. There is a particular loneliness that hangs around like a reef.
The only available compass is locked in my chest, and seems not necessarily want to sail to calmer waters. I hate losing control that way.
But despite everything, a certain serenity swells the sails of my old boat, a certain relief. And then there was no damage by eye, at least not yet.
Ultimately, it is possible that all this is only a mirage, but nevertheless, I continue my journey, dans l'espoir d'atteindre des rivages plus sympathiques.
Il pleut dehors.
~ Home Sweet Home. ~
Even in the midst of flowing time, oppression spins round and round.
I can't even see the heart that's leaving me, didn't you know?
I can't even get myself to move, slipping through the cracks of time.
I don't know anything about what's around me, I'm just me and no more.
Am I dreaming? Or seeing nothing? My words are useless even if I speak.
I'm just tired of being sad, I should go on without feeling anything.
Even if you give me the words I'm at a loss for, my heart just won't pay attention.
If I can move, if everything changes, it will go dark.
Is there a future for someone like me? Will I still exist in a world like this?
Is this painful? Is it sad? Not even knowing myself.
I'm just tired even of walking, I don't even understand people.
If someone like me can change, if I change, it will turn white.
Even in the midst of flowing time, oppression spins round and round.
I can't even see the heart that's leaving me, didn't you know?
I can't even get myself to move, slipping through the cracks of time.
I don't know anything about what's around me, I'm just me and no more.
Am I dreaming? Or seeing nothing? My words are useless even if I speak.
I'm just tired of being sad, I should go on without feeling anything.
Even if you give me the words I'm at a loss for, my heart just won't pay attention.
If I can move, if everything changes, it will go dark.
Is there a future to come out of this useless time? Will I exist in a place like this?
If I wanted to tell you what kind of person I am, the words I'd use would be "good for nothing."
Will I exist in a place like this? Will I exist in a time like this?
If someone like me can change, if I change, it will turn white.
Am I dreaming now? Or seeing nothing? My words are useless even if I speak.
I'm just tired of being sad, I should go on without feeling anything.
Even if you give me the words I'm at a loss for, my heart just won't pay attention.
If I can move, if everything changes, it will all go dark.
If I move, if I move, everything will break, everything will break.
If I'm sad, if I'm sad, will my heart be able to turn white?
I still know nothing about you, about me, about anything.
If I can open my heavy eyelids, if I break Everything, turn black!
Photo: http://juliedewaroquier.com/
I can't even see the heart that's leaving me, didn't you know?
I can't even get myself to move, slipping through the cracks of time.
I don't know anything about what's around me, I'm just me and no more.
Am I dreaming? Or seeing nothing? My words are useless even if I speak.
I'm just tired of being sad, I should go on without feeling anything.
Even if you give me the words I'm at a loss for, my heart just won't pay attention.
If I can move, if everything changes, it will go dark.
Is there a future for someone like me? Will I still exist in a world like this?
Is this painful? Is it sad? Not even knowing myself.
I'm just tired even of walking, I don't even understand people.
If someone like me can change, if I change, it will turn white.
Even in the midst of flowing time, oppression spins round and round.
I can't even see the heart that's leaving me, didn't you know?
I can't even get myself to move, slipping through the cracks of time.
I don't know anything about what's around me, I'm just me and no more.
Am I dreaming? Or seeing nothing? My words are useless even if I speak.
I'm just tired of being sad, I should go on without feeling anything.
Even if you give me the words I'm at a loss for, my heart just won't pay attention.
If I can move, if everything changes, it will go dark.
Is there a future to come out of this useless time? Will I exist in a place like this?
If I wanted to tell you what kind of person I am, the words I'd use would be "good for nothing."
Will I exist in a place like this? Will I exist in a time like this?
If someone like me can change, if I change, it will turn white.
Am I dreaming now? Or seeing nothing? My words are useless even if I speak.
I'm just tired of being sad, I should go on without feeling anything.
Even if you give me the words I'm at a loss for, my heart just won't pay attention.
If I can move, if everything changes, it will all go dark.
If I move, if I move, everything will break, everything will break.
If I'm sad, if I'm sad, will my heart be able to turn white?
I still know nothing about you, about me, about anything.
If I can open my heavy eyelids, if I break Everything, turn black!
Photo: http://juliedewaroquier.com/
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