The Way To Form Transcends Its Own

Color Is The Place Where Our Brain And The Universe Meet.

The Way To Form Transcends Its Own Destination, Goes Beyond The End Of The Way Itself.

A Drawing Is Simply A Line Going For A Walk.

A Line Is A Dot That Went For A Walk.

Frightened, I Jump Up From The Bank, The Struggle Begins Anew. Bitterness Has Returned. I Am Not Pan In The Reed, I Am Merely A Human Being And Want To Climb A Few Steps, But Really Climb Them.