The Magician…

So I paint… …from my memory…from the yesteryear.. May be I am dead…May be not… Perhaps “He” is too… I paint a guy, a guy with a muscular frame. He has slightly long hair, enough to cover his innocent, playful yet tormented eyes.  While a deep necrotic scar on his forehead and a tattoo ofContinue reading “The Magician…”

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