I have thoughts locked away in the corridors of myself. I no longer have control over time to tell things. Art is my outlet; emotions dance like charcoal on the page. That part is easy and transforming my voice into an image is priceless. It’s not that I trust my drawings, but the art is in letting go. Be free to comment I would like some constructive criticism so I can improve.

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