6/06/2009

freedom of interpretation

I named the above the freedom of the interpretation.... and that was the final touch of my brush. The title unearthed something positive in the dark and blurred brush strokes. The words removed even the thoughts about my activity as the wasting of paper and created the illusion of something worthy the sharing indeed. Just fabulous metamorphosis took place - and I was grateful to these transmutations. Wow, that was fine. Just think. Such presumption enabled me to forget that my hand was put in the plaster and the pain was ruling my whole body...- sweet self-deception, isn't it? The attitude of mind changes the reality for sure.
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