6 years ago
The brush in my hand is like a wand, it takes me to places, filled with color and spaces that are far away from here. A place I can create with a dip of color and a glide of my hand.
Usually, my places of choice are twisted. The hells of my mind, finally leaving its confines. This one is different.
There is no murder, death, betrayal, or heartache in this project. This beauty is not about the darkness that lingers in my head but by the mind's ability to keep it at bay. Magic
Magic is potent, and all that I desire shall come true. In this painting, a happy ending can come in the form of what I decide. I am the creator now, and I am free to create the end I choose. I have a choice as I paint my creation into life.
If only my reality bore similarities to this art piec
