Beracahvalley

"Why is it we want so badly to memorialize ourselves? Even when we're still alive, we wish to assert our existence......We put on display our framed photographs, our parchment diplomas, our silver-played cups; we monogram our linen, we carve our names on trees, we scrawl them on washroom walls. It's all for the same impulse. What do we hope from it? Applause, envy, respect? Or simply attention of any kind we can get? At the very least we want a witness. We can't stand the idea of our own voices falling silent finally, like a radio running down." * * I like to observe people and things around me silently sometimes. Sometimes I will immedia

Define art. The nakedness of woman is the work of God. -- William Blake. If man was meant to be nude, he would have been born that way. -- Oscar Wilde. When I was younger I felt a bit uncomfortable about nudes in art and questioned the presence of it. I did not feel that it was evil or crude; I just questioned why it was such a popular subject in art. Churches also swayed me to think that nude art was bad. Personally having brought up in a conservative enivorment, if you ask me to post nude or something of course I will say NO WAY, however, I also realized the necessity of nudes as a subject. In order to fully understand the figure, you h

I'm so tired and my heart is dull with my ink has all bled away. Feeling helpless because of my weakness and my own insignificant. Slowly, I seems to be fading away now- and I have written all these lines before and so every single word is old news. Original is no longer part of my never-impressive vocabulary. Sometimes, God seems to be funny and painted out every day in the pathetic lives of mankind who constantly scurrying about for some value or meaning while forever we miss the punchline to life's cosmic joke. Melancholy it may seems but these words are only my temporary feelings. Perhaps even the pain life causes is beautiful. It takes