A master painter once clutched his brush -- Creativity sprinting fludily throughout his being Tearing into the empty canvas, he attacked with insatiable passion Pausing ever so often to reflect and steer the masterpiece Focused delicately, carefully planting livelihood Brushes dipped in every color imagineable Breathing life -- Colors mixed, creating unfathomable hues Past taboos of art thrown amidst other false realities Unprecedented beauty soaked into the canvas A radical, a visionary, a man of exceeding wisdom! Tranfusing truth into each movement of the wrist Creating depth effortlessly Devouring each moment and each second of each stroke He painted culture -- Placed his brush on the floor and stood in awe of his masterpiece
i'm kind of addicted to media, all of the arts, religion, culture, traveling, politics, communication, music, academia, and breathing. Sometimes i talk about them here. Mostly i just post stuff i think is cool. The title our.eclectic.world is an excuse to leave my blog unfocused and post whatever i want. It kind of makes my blog cool. It kind of makes it suck. Oh, i also am trying to make films and was in a rap group for ten years.