The source is love; that’s really all that matters, anyways. Everything else is such an illusion.
It’s like we’re each little mysteries, and art is such a great tool to open yourself and just look, explore, heal...
It’s my middle finger to people who use privilege and power to hurt others.
I was born in November, and I think that I’m a true child of autumn: nourished by the sadness of dying nature.
I love the idea of striving towards something, and the goal is so vague and unreachable, you will never create your magnum oeuvre.