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The littlest of things

And people say im entertained by the littlest of things. That may be true but who says they’re little? Just because you see it everyday doesn’t mean its value is any less. That’s something people tend to do a lot. Mistake the value of things just because the quantity is vast. Even if it’s something you’ve seen or heard a million times, stop and take time to comprehend it’s beauty. If you did that as many times as you saw it you’d live a life full of beauty.


As a child i was afraid to paint. I always thought i ruined the picture if i painted it until my Grandmother told me i could do anything i put my mind to. She taught me how to paint. On her death bed i made her a promise, i’d paint her the most beautiful painting i’ve done yet. I tried to find something that could describe her good nature and her beauty all in one. The only thing i could think of was a beautiful rose. I had finnished everything but the center of the rose when i got a phone call from my mom. She had passed before i got to finnish and let her see. I held in my tears and finnished the piece. I hope you can see this Grammy, i did this all for you. I love you.RIP November 8, 2010

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As a child i was afraid to paint. I always thought i ruined the picture if i painted it until my Grandmother told me i could do anything i put my mind to. She taught me how to paint. 
On her death bed i made her a promise, i’d paint her the most beautiful painting i’ve done yet. I tried to find something that could describe her good nature and her beauty all in one. The only thing i could think of was a beautiful rose. I had finnished everything but the center of the rose when i got a phone call from my mom. She had passed before i got to finnish and let her see. I held in my tears and finnished the piece. I hope you can see this Grammy, i did this all for you. I love you.
RIP November 8, 2010


Acrylic paint


But our love it was stronger by far than the loveOf those who were older than we-Of many far wiser than we-And neither the angels in heaven above,Nor the demons down under the sea,Can ever dissever my soul from the soulOf the beautiful Annabel Lee.

Acrylic paint, This is another older painting i did back in 09always reminded me of Edgar Allan Poes Annabel Lee <3  View Larger

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.


Acrylic paint, This is another older painting i did back in 09
always reminded me of Edgar Allan Poes Annabel Lee <3 


Extinct Angel

You know, it doesn’t make sense to me why someone would become bitter because someone was cruel to them, or because they didn’t get the love and respect they deserved. Don’t let the evil consume you too. It’s a disease, spread from one another because of lack of understanding and pain. When the forest is filled with nothing but demons, be the angel that everyone believes doesn’t exist.