"Sadness Screams Loudest In the Hearts of the Beautiful"Based off of portrait of model Hazel Atarashi. A direct attempt to convey two of life’s most powerful forces, beauty and sorrow. Exploring not only these two ideas by themselves, the painting also attempts to bring to light the coexistence of them together.
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"Sadness Screams Loudest In the Hearts of the Beautiful"

Based off of portrait of model Hazel Atarashi. A direct attempt to convey two of life’s most powerful forces, beauty and sorrow. Exploring not only these two ideas by themselves, the painting also attempts to bring to light the coexistence of them together.


Also check out my photography also right here!

http://www.flickr.com/photos/103469084@N02/

http://www.flickr.com/photos/103469084@N02/10681439916/
The Universe WithinCreating something is more then just flinging paint on a canvas or jotting down a few words in your journal. It is, in fact, discovering the world within yourself and all around you. It is reflecting on the kaleidoscope of thoughts that clouds your mind and internalizing your environment in a very personal way. The creative process, is simply, reflecting on the Universe within.More of my photos at http://www.flickr.com/photos/103469084@N02/peace!

http://www.flickr.com/photos/103469084@N02/10681439916/

The Universe Within
Creating something is more then just flinging paint on a canvas or jotting down a few words in your journal. It is, in fact, discovering the world within yourself and all around you. It is reflecting on the kaleidoscope of thoughts that clouds your mind and internalizing your environment in a very personal way. The creative process, is simply, reflecting on the Universe within.

More of my photos at 
http://www.flickr.com/photos/103469084@N02/

peace!

"DESTROYED, WORN, AND TORE"

"I found myself lost, looking for the darkness. Looking for the light.

I Searched for my sorrows, and found only my shadow, my plight.

I searched for forgiveness, and found only remorse.

I was but a wave in the ocean, with one direction, one course.

Nothing to be found, but the sand on the empty shore

Fading to the unknown, destroyed, worn, and tore.”