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There is great beauty, where the land meets the ocean, with a filmic sky, and the abstract lives, in harmony with the large expanses, of perspective, and narrow lanes, in our daily lives.

The abstract, is more, than a part of the whole, to demonstrate everything, of the World, and its life, of people, and plants, on, canvas, or by, word. It is, in fact, an interpretation.

Through media, life becomes, too inclusive, and conclusive. To make a, painting, you want to, ask yourself, of a sketch, and to, write a book, you want to ask yourself questions?

It is, not, the gloss cover of a, magazine, that is in fashion?

The abstract, really comes, from a blackness, in interpretation, primaeval, and naïve, from struggle, and pain. In, our struggle, to express, ourselves, we must know, when the creative, work, must stop to be complete. It is, not far off its inception, by, form, colour & marking.

It is, our pain, we are drawing, as a representation of, real life and from our questioning, of ourselves, concluding, with an image, or word, to contain us.

If we try, too hard to explicate everything, then we are challenged, so, it is, there, only to, love, like two lovers holding on tightly, in the night.

There, is real love, and no more.

Love AB X

AMEN