i love your third grade nacre
there r things we love. getting them in our thankful hands or jumping into our bottomless eyes will be wondrous, yes, but, no, they won't otherwise do more than be wondrous. maybe they r sugar in our hands; we lick it, and a consequence of taste affirms our sensation. strangely, we must lick more; we were so sure one moment's past the sensation was resolute!... why do i doubt the taste of sugar now?
wonder is temporary. these things we can sense (even those in whom we doubtlessly put our emotions? yes, even they, non-fickle as they may feel, will linger only so long as we hold on to them for dear life! emotions will be a membrane of the memory cell, lol, so if you forget the wonder you forget the emotion) cannot be more than the external world allows them to be.
i have thus established [a] world(s) of attachment. i attach to you, or you attach to me. like this you and i may experience each other's sensations. shut up, we can't both exist in perfect unified situations so as to sense the universe identically. of course, things will remain common, so if you're an average audience you'll rate this as you see fit. of course you will. of course. :(
nonetheless! i pardon myself from human nature and "attempt" to attach myself to you. sense things as you have sensed them. fuck with your mind... eh, you know, there r things we love too... but not love... maybe hide is better. there r things we hide (for ourselves!) bc we love them so much; we must never let them escape. we hide them deep within ourselves. it is inevitable unless you're dead in every sense, ehehe (playing with words, yo!)
hence, you painter, i want to exp. that deepest love you hide within your art (if i am to assume you express yourself with art in the first place...). oh, it's wonderful.
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again, i'll secondarily clarify this necessity of wonder in the external world. it is an obvious thing.
and, like all artist, you'll deal with people's (who r below myself, lol) presumptuous detail...
"i like the colors :)"
"creepy and strange"
"yep"
and it's necessary to your success. i am not for whom you present your artwork probably, but i'll lower my head in your admirable wonder. i'll give you wut you want.
"a face" is remarkerably color-tolerant. it looks just like third grade nacre, given there were such a thing. i think it's your magical pen, which prevents the bottomless eyes from murdering this simplistic artwork. so to say, i mean sometimes the eyes' leer into wonder can be hurtful... o.k.! lol, wut i mean is your pen bars my eyesight from discerning translation of color from yellow to green or pink or brown.
fine, pen and marker r wonderful of course, but wut's best is your intimacy with them. you've given them good use; so far as aesthetics go, i gave you 10/10 bc... appararently... that means it's perfect... well, it's perfect for wut it's worth neway. eh, not even - it's perfect bc nething else would be smtn else entirely; i would sense it differently.
wonder and love, et al. (stupid philosophical shit) - it's all perfect right here from my p.o.v. n_n