Is such a curious thing to be walking in the rain. The world seems so big and so vast. Along the trail, strangers pass by without a second look, and yet you are fully aware of your noisy step. A single thought transforms into a million scenarios in your head, marking the pace as a conductor a full philharmonic. Walking alone, in an invisible bubble that is just a permeable membrane of emotions. Loosing ones connection to the world around us, just because we feel unattached,separated, incomplete.
Walking down the same path for a millionth time. and yet it feels alien, dark. And when our eyes look up, we realize that is not the world that mourn and weeps, is only you that feels rain in your broken heart
Yeap...I love to make new things out of garbage and discarded stuff that other people deem no longer useful. I have been told repeatedly, that true art is made from "new", "unadulterated" materials such as those found at the craft store. But I am not interested in that. I see the world very differently from other people. I see a thousand possibilities in one object. There is beauty everywhere, nature and man made stuff. So, is no surprise to realize that in every creature there is greatness. I can see the potential in those people that others would like to label as "damaged", people are not damaged goods, just a little lost. The path to understanding others resides in our ability to see the potential in every human being.
Every body has struggled with what I call, inner demons. Those pesky black thoughts of defeat at some point or another. Imaginary or not, rooted in truth or insecurity, are sure there to cast a shadow in your head. That happens to everyone.