I've been on hold for 30 minutes. I just got disconnected.
The work keeps getting deeper, more honest. I continue to work on a piece until I feel it breathe on its own.
Music loud, I can't help but wiggle a bit and I think that movement finds its way into the paintings. . . I can see it in the strokes.
Today, the world can appear fragmented and its people disconnected, mosaics allow me to fuse the pieces together to create something cohesive and beautiful , what I wish the world could be.
No one is guaranteed happiness. You can pursue it, but if you happen to find success along the way on that road to happiness, Conservatives believe you should not be demonized or penalized for it.
Also, I had read a book called She's Not There: A Life in Two Genders, written by a professor who had gone through transgender surgery, but it took this person well into his thirties to come to terms with the absolute necessity of having to do it.
Talking of patriotism, what humbug it is; it is a word which always commemorates a robbery.
I wanted to take up music, so my father bought me a blunt instrument. He told me to knock myself out.