Winter is a moment to open your skin in an attempt to know the universe in a moment of ultimate terror. Blind men escaping and somehow finding their way home. I exsist.
My name is Phokus: abstract mixed media/artist
WUD (Blood And Tears)
It's always better on the other side/ with meaning comes pain,
closer than a stranger with loose lips.
Finally the world has caught up with me, angry and ill.
On a rainy Monday night - I find my salvation- I misplaced it for a while there. Forgiveness is for the elderly in the twilight of their lives.
Only an echo could have caught that.
Forever immortal.
Loosing trust and faith.
ARTIST STATEMENT
ART IS THE VOICE OF THE SOUL DEFINING ITSELF IN AN UNMISTAKABLE MOMENT. IT'S VOICE UNIVERSAL AND COMPLETELY CODED. I WON'T LIE TO YOU, THE HARDEST THING TO DO IS TO GET THAT IDEA/FEELING-----OUT IN A TANGIBLE APPLICATION. MANY TIMES OVER IT CHANGES OR EVOLVES AND THAT WHICH IS MOST IMPORTANT REMAINS THE ROLE OF THE JOURNEY ITSELF. IN MANY WAYS THE THAT JOURNEY DEFINES THE WORK ITSELF.
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