Can you not see, I have no tears in my eyes?
Can you not hear, I have no cries in my voice?
Can you not feel, my deep bitter pain within?
Can you not taste, my sweet fallow sorrow without?
But I do, I do most mercifully have
the bristled brush in my clumsy hand
the faded ink upon the sodden paper
And these are my voiceless tearless pain for
a
tearless
voiceless
artist
in pain
these
are
his tears
his cries
an
artist
in pain
in pain
why does he do art?
why indeed?
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They asked, 'Why do your art always weep?' I said, 'Because my eyes have no more tears.'
So they asked, 'Why do your ink always bleed?'
So I said, 'Because my heart has no more love.'
Then they asked, 'But why are you smiling thus?'
And thus I said, 'Because there is no more Hope.'
And so to him
who is no more
I asked, 'Who are you to drag me up?'
He said, 'I am you and you are me.'
So I asked, 'Why do you wish to hurt me so?'
So he said, 'I only wish that you would live.'
Then I asked, 'It will hurt if you are here.'
And thus he said, 'But life will end, if I am done.'
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1 mnth
Mechanical Pencil
Daler Rowney paper
Photoshop (levels, saturation)
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