AnnAtHeart

21 Februarie 2012 Looking back at what we wanted, come on lets not lie there is no more us no more u and I. Looking at the hour-glass all the sad has run out, the glass cracked leaking only memories of our love but lets not cry, weep or fear the future may be a little dark without our hands grasping onto something real your heart isn;t broken my dear, beacause you never gave it to me to ...

14 Feb 2012 Maybe it's just me, but I have had a long and hard relationship with art. At the beginning I struggled to find my place, a technique that I can master a medium and even topics to paint. But I have discovered a wonderful thing, art is not constricted, it is not black and white, it is multi-coloured and the beauty is that no one can define art, or tell you your art is wrong. That is the beauty of it all, art isn't just something you can see or hear or feel, it lives inside you. Weather its the process of creating or the product you consider as 'art' the truth is that your perception, your idea, dream illusion of what 'art' is, well