Origin

Itz hard to coherently describe my thots nowadays. Don't ask me why, I'm happier than I've been in ages. I sleep with a smile on my face, dawn comes with rejuvenated joy.I'm immune to writer's block, I guess I'm just nervous about baring my soul for the world to read, so I restrict most of my writing to the pages of my mind. Page after page, the ink bleeds, giving shape to letters, words and thots. I'm a dreamer, I don't make any apologies for it, dreams are the framework of my reality. I live in my imagination, if I can't visualize it, then it doesn't make much sense to me. I paint in my dreams, bold patches of color mingled with patches of nondescript blankness, an urban rainbow meshed in an orthodox jungle. The beautiful thing about art is itz blurring clarity, different visuals elicit varying interpretations. An apple on a tree evokes memories of the forbidden fruit, viewed from wide angles the main characters in the picture have different perspectives, why was the apple forbidden, was Adam with Eve when the snake made a move? Let's see if we can work with that...


"It was a beautiful afternoon, darkness was an anomaly in the Garden, the sun hung suspended in the skies, you could feel the soft breeze on your skin, the sweet fragrances in the air...you could also hear the leaves of the apple tree whispering softly, gently caressed by the wind, they swayed with a hidden passion to rhythms that were unknown to the human mind. She gazed at the apple...Was it curiosity in her eyes? amazement? wonder? He lay right next to her...just beneath the shade of the tree. His eyes firmly fixed on her, love deeply etched in his gaze, she was his rib after all, so his heart beat to her rhythm...Its voice was charming, smooth like sparkling wine, polished and hypnotic...the voice spoke to her...soft yet firm...she fell...that was the turning point...he would do anything for her..."

Itz not hard to visualize...