aaah, this is a wonderful life... you can drink a cup of tea, sit in front of your house and watch the highway grow louder...

i'm just and still newborn since my last grey dusty brainwash and i'm not yet home again.

my aunt said something like "art will be your savior and your dammness" to me. maybe it's the conflict in my head which i can't catch, because i'm too ill for that. anyway, my art isn't that manic enough to heal me.

my art is only a part of me as a deep facade, so if you are interessted in seeing nothing but beauty, you may belong here. but i don't think so.