This book will bleed no blood
Only the shrieks of my inner ambition and concept
I am a conceptualist and a realist
with a superficial story behind my self esteem.
There will be signs and crosses leading to my fury.
Digging into the eyes of my creativity.
The shutter will shock with every last idea.
My dream will soak in chemical
I am a mad artist.
Drawing my rolls of film
Writings of an artist