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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