there comes such a time when you feel like a mouse in corner and there is nowhere to go....




why today the art apreciated for how many it costs, how many people are interested with it, and by whoum it was drewed?



...i wish i would be a singer, that i could expres the world in me by sounds and words
...i wish i would be a poet, that i could write about the sound when the feather toches the paper
...i wish i would be a drawer, that i could draw not what i hear but what i can smell, touch, hear, feel
...i wish i would be a photographer that i could "snap" the world pasing trough me
...i wish... i wish to much.


GV