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Wonderfully depressive

The rain refuses to fall. It’s hovering in the air. A fog so thick it’s like you’re inside a cloud. Heading home from work, in the dark that has set in long ago. The living daylights seems far away. And the square in the city suddenly turns into a magic place. A glittering prize. Reflecting light, filtering out the ugly, touching you despair with an awesome awareness of the beauty in life. It’s so sad and bittersweet. You’re filled with a feeling of happiness being alive. Rejoicing the fact that you still can cry real live tears. #grateful

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.