I am not a visual artist at core. I stopped painting when I was seventeen because I wasn’t good enough. Story of my life-perfectionism yields withdrawal. I still have not learnt to use my camera properly because I am a lazy fuck. My favorite method of self expression is words. I feel barren without inspiration. I don’t usually write in short sentences. At first stage kept rejecting my prose for paragraph-long sentences. I focus on poetry. Who cares?
I try to avoid cliché. I can’t when it comes to cats and flowers, roses in particular.
Most of my ideas rot to death in my mind, they are nothing but a tombstone by the time I bother going into labors. As I mentions before, I am lazy fuck.

This is stage

This is my livejournal

I’m keeping this page for faves and stupid, uninspired images of mine
Unless a lightening hits me and art in me will blosson


Enjoy