art story of the blurred possibilities

while redrawing the pictures of old masters, the students become the artists themselves. ...

While looking through the window, I watched how the police officer stopped  the prowler. That was good, yet a smile of satisfaction didn't appear in my eyes. The picture put me in mind of God's Love. Was I any better than that wrongdoer? ...
I was ashamed of my "sanctimoniousness" and closed the window. The talking colors filled my room and laid the sparkling silence in the painting on above. 
I looked at my creation once again. The abstract was blurred. Was there any to talk about? 
I had a good time while painting, therefore I should feel the gratitude... The last is worthy the sharing out of itself! In the light of above, my visual diary maybe will interest you too. Thank you.

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