If it doesn’t come pouring out of you, leave it. Just leave it. What is the use of doing anything if it is not done fully? Do it completely, or don’t do it. All else will be wasted and there is enough wastedness around already. The streets are flooded with lovers with their hearts torn apart. Millions, in desperate search for a love they have seen on a television screen. Looking for flattery and one-night-stands without ever having touched upon the depths of their own heart. There are kings begging for change in the streets, children forgetting how to play by the time they reach the age of 5. We forgot how to live, how to love, how to feel. Live like it is the last thing you do. Live like you are in front of a firing squad and these will be your last words. Live like death is staring you right in the eye, because it is. And make it mean something. Please for god’s sake, make it mean something.
Phoenix, 100x100cm, Acrylic on Canvas, 2020