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Has anybody ever seen a design that does not have a designer? If you have, please let me know. .
I am very excited to tell you about my favorite space – The Vessel, a tourist attraction in New York City.
EYES wide open But blinded by the Truth Exhale my desire; Inhale you An illusion appears; compromise seems allowed Then Little by little -  I wonder how
Music, words spoken  Fashion design, theatre  Drawings and paintings  
I am cursive.
What is Beauty ? Is beauty something we have on the outside  or something deep within Is it a woman with curves  Or a model that is stick thin  What is Beauty ? Is it a woman with the bluest eyes 
What is the meaning of art? What draws it from the rest? What brings it into one's heart, What makes it pass the test?   Our curiosity strives for the answer, To this meaning we hope to find.
What is the meaning of art? What draws it from the rest? What brings it into one's heart, What makes it pass the test?   Our curiosity strives for the answer, To this meaning we hope to find.
Art
My mind— Which usually perplexes me— Gets excited by art. Likes to dunk the world Into color, and tack On words My mind is Narcissus who— Under the beguiling face
Too many times have I heard people say "I wish I did that"   I was one of them Always wishing but never doing
The weight teeters on my shoulders now,made up of things you cannot countbut in sleepless nights, restless days,and so I wonder: should I staythis course to a hazy lesser-known
Ghost machineChemical combinesEssential electronsFlame combustionRed-wired boiling water.
The graphic world is what i need  its a deam that i will make a reality In my world of graphic design all i need is my mind And other things Tools and skills with technology galor
Many jobs can change my life
I believe that if you work, you should do something you love. Follow your passion, take action, and elevate yourself above that everyday grind. Elevate yourself above that average state of mind.
Walking through crowded Times Square  Look left, look right, there are billboards everywhere The colors the imagery throws me off beat  One day my designs will plaster these streets
That little Uganda boy Tripping, falling over glass Decay and forgotten objects linger When does it stop? When do the bruises cease, And absent peace subside from the mind of that little Uganda boy
The rise. The fall. The view above it all. Action and reaction that's the law. But what happens if there's nothing there to break the fall Or if we can't make it up the rise and we're left to crawl.
The busy hustle across the sidewalks makes a walk turn into a shuffle.   Going from class to class is nothing short of a puzzle.   As I make my way through the crowds, I've never felt so alone.
Devising, Drawing, Drafting Daring to Dream, Dictating new Designs that haven't been seen. Evolving Examples, Efficiently Engineering Excitement, Establishing and Exanding the world.
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