Sunday, January 20, 2013
Its not like a line of cotton thread or that of small lines from ink and pen where we discover all the things we find to ponder. Perhaps it is the fabric of wonder where these lines of pen and pencil stay entwined to stay in place as a piece forever for our eyes to follow upon the splendid designs of fine lines. For there exists upon the fabric of wondrous elegance a balance of real world design and artistry of reality on the very tips of imagination. It is here where we find the threads of fabric to reality to pull upon given to our eyes to look upon and notice that time has stopped perhaps forever just for this beautiful composition that lay at the precipice of existence. Hand to paper leading with pencil and pen erasing all the restrictions we face upon peering over realism we finally realize its not like a line of cotton thread or that of small lines from ink and pen but instead only that which our mind can paint.