People always make the mistake of thinking art is created for them. But really, art is a private language for sophisticates to congratulate themselves on their superiority to the rest of the world. As my artist’s statement explains, my work is utterly incomprehensible and is therefore full of deep significance. - Calvin

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Eternity

Nothing lasts forever, least of all love.
At least as we know it....
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Sunday, June 9, 2013

Destined

Some of us are destined to be peacocks,
pretty and all about pleasure.
Some others are destined to be phoenixes,
to burn and rise, only to burn and rise again
a magical self-consuming dance till eternity...
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