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Dark side

Red and Sad

We’re all soaked in blood. Luckily we can keep it inside. But sometimes, when we realize that we actually are totally alone and that all relations just is imaginary, the barrier breaks. And it all comes pouring out. The red river, running down your cheeks. Slowly emanating from your pores. Dripping from your nose, fingers, earlobes. The flood of blood. It will sweep you off your feet and kiss you. Because your blood comes from your heart. And your heart loves you. For life.

Av johanbergquist

There is art. There is color. There is paint. Or whatever. Basically it is about feelings. The strange movement whit in. No thoughts, no intellect, no theory. Just that instant moment when you know if you like. If you are intrigued. Moved. Touched. Or if you are indifferent.
Some of the pictures here are art. Some are just drawings. You will feel the difference. Or not. It's all up to you.
It's just pictures. But with any luck, some of them will give you a strange sense of magic.