Art

I began painting at an early age. My uncle was a painter. He used as his primary medium oil colours. He replicated the masters. Painting was a source of therapy for him. He was a diagnosed schizophrenic, who used painting as a means to calm his mind.

My mom is a gifted artist, too. She used to help me in all my crafts and painting projects. I learned a lot from them both.

I began sketching and painting in school, but only moved predominantly to charcoal, when I grew allergic to turpentine.

I don’t have any of my oil works on record. But I do have some of my work done with graphite.

Scholar

The scent of intellect is cruel,
It disregards the shoulder of emotion,
The neck of subtlety,
And the breath that churns like waves of the ocean.

Its logic and reason are sharp cutting tools
That strip the covering off the breast;
It relies on no aspect of beauty,
Unless beauty passes some deductive test.

I am not quite certain of this scent
And its application on warm heart beats…
I cannot take pleasure in all that it wins over,
For I ache for all that it casually defeats.