It was meant to be beautiful. Only pictures that represent reality. It has to look real, you said.
I think you're wrong.
Sometimes sad, confusing, angry, hateful, fearful, envious, but always unique. Look in deeper, find the emotion in each brush stoke. Love it that way I do, or at least accept it for what it is.
But, please never say it isn't art.
Poet: Ymelda Ramirez
read: 83 times Rating:Date: 20 January, 2008
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