Create Art

"Everything exytaordinary is painful, broken or destroying. Take this: a shooting star is a rock on flames, traveling across the space to its own death; every artist was completely insane, look at Van Gogh, or read Goethe's pain, none of them was sane. A broken glass creates unbeliavable forms and rainbows with the light that shines throught it.

We see beauty in other people's pain and suffering ours seem useless and dark, but notice your eyes after you cry, they may seem puffy and ugly, but stare deep inside, a whole world appears in that shiny mess.

I'm learning to love my pain, I've found oceans in my tearing eyes, I got lost in the mirror amazed by those waves. I take pictures of broken things and find art in it, maybe I got to the point that I'm so messed up that I can create art"

Get dirty - By Kath. B

             Kath.  B.

Flowers and stones

The world was grey, grey eyes, are skins, grey souls.

The world was just like a stone, if you fell, you broke. But then there was her, everything in her was grey, except from her eyes, as blue as the sky, as fierce as the sea. When she fell she still broke, but in each cleft a little flower grew.

Ironically, the more broken she was, the prettier was the world. She loved so much the beauty she created she wouldn't mind breaking, even if it meant breath taking pain.

Eventually someone fell for her, her flowers, all her colors. Her love was so true, so pure, that trying to create a whole garden for him to admire she ended up vanishing, leaving white petals, pale leaves and traslucid teardrops behind. As there warmth inside the rock cooled, the colors faded away, leaving the world all grey again.

                                                                                                            -Kath. B

History inspired by Natalia Garces' drawing.

Natalia signing her drawing, nameless.