(Source: i-fight-for-beauty)
Good night. May we dream of this.
What would be the life of any human being without the door of imagination?
(Source: mydarkenedeyes)
What if the person on the other side of the mirror is the real you?
Each bubble is a return to my childhood,
then pops suddenly even if I try to protect.
It swallows the light in a glass caspule,
and keeps the blow of the time, a time.
Songs, laughs, games and the innocence,
In a frail baggage with an uncertain future.
Each bubble carries life in its rainbow heart,
then pops to free the essence of the past.
Taste it.French :
Chaque bulle me ramene à mon enfance
puis éclate sans que je puisse rien y faire.
Elles gobent la lumière dans une capsule de verre,
et retiennent le souffle du temps, un temps.
Des chants, des rires, des jeux et tant d’innocence,
Dans un fragile bagage à l’avenir incertain.
Chaque bulle portent en son coeur de la vie,
puis éclate pour en libérer toute son essence.
Gouttez la.Time : 28 hours
Software : Photoshop CS2
Tool : Wacom Intuos 4M
Take me there… split all my thoughts, let them drain through the fields, wash the soil, feed the trees, turning everything as me.
I remember myself doing this many times while waiting for the sun to wake up.
(Source: drifterinthadark)