Tart is art

Since i didn’t find a decent free flash gallery yet for Malu’s City, here is news. Ink on yellow paper.

I dreamed you were holding me in a way that didn’t exist before. So i gave it a name. Happiness.

Every image I make or take kills 1000 of my words. This is probably why I don’t talk too much.  It’s upsetting that i can recall the most unimportant things i see, but never remember my favorite poems.

This is a picture of the sun. Sorry about the burn. It is beautiful, isn’t it?

If you can’t find your words I’ll understand.

Also hit like&subscribe if chair is one of your 1000 words.

Thank you.