Creativity is a drug

Thinking too much, again. ::.. Why am I making photos? Why am I making anything? It could be anything. Doesn't matter what or why, as long as I want. If I don't, I fall into a sleep deep inside myself. There's a hole inside me with a gravity so strong my head will … Continue reading Creativity is a drug

I used to be a painter

My room is loaded with artwork. Canvas and paper everywhere in all sizes. I'm actually out of storage space. Oil is my favourite when it comes to painting, but I like acrylics as well and what i began with. But paint is far from only medium I like to use. Crayons, oil pastels, ink, charcoal, … Continue reading I used to be a painter