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Art thoughtsI’m going to show my point at amateur art (how to become artist, what things to consider and so on). By this, I mean art that doesn’t contain genius ideas. This sort of art expresses artist’s feelings and thoughts, i.e. everyday cares. I don’t know what definition it should bear, I think this one fits well. The point is that some people use art as form of expression feelings, the other use it as a tool for getting money. These ones should be called professional artists. Professional means that their profession (job, occupation) is art. It doesn’t have a thing to do with their skills, though.
Have you ever asked yourself a question like, „How can I become an artist?“ I have had a lot of times asking the same question over and over. Still no solution.
I won’t be
Not really coldSnow lies on the ground,
Ground which is hidebound.
Naturally, after mid-summer smog
Too warm winter was not a slog.
By New Year, I could see fresh grass,
It was fun to see how the winter pass.
Suddenly, as January has gone,
Nature showed that winter wasn't withdrawn.
Forecasts told, it's warmer soon,
So we were fools to believe this loon.
As it's almost March, I went for a walk,
A loony walk with my mother's livestock
(also known as a dog).
That dog approved this weather condition.
I didn't, because I couldn't finish my mission.
My frozen hair didn't scare me, truly
It is normal, it is duly performed, duly.
I know that -25°C is not a too cold.
Next Wednesday is -7°C, as it was foretold.
Unusual? No. I wanted it to be +10° already,
So it would be crazy, so I won't be steady.
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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Bluefley has a gallery filled with artwork that whisks you off in to a Sci-fi daydream, and keeps you captivated for hours. Marc has been a member of our community for over a decade and has achieved nothing but success with his astounding commitment to interacting with the community, sharing a prolific amount of video tutorials and generally being an all round rockstar deviant. It is no joke that we are absolutely delighted to award the Deviousness Award for April 2014 to ... Read More