Art+Beauty.
Collection done by Adhi.
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James Jean, my favorite artist of all time.
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Nude by Masaki Mizuno
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Exposures by Andres Gallardo Albajar
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Oh Land - Wolf & I
The tunes that goes into your heart.
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I had to sketch a rider. I had to sketch the person who rode the dark horse across all the seven mountains and yet still stayed as a disbeliever in the atomic theory of Albert Einstein. I had to to sketch him, as he resembled one who do not cluster a decision with mindless backwards and forwards. I sketched him, as a tribute to freedom.
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A simple construction of lines can develop into an idea. A movement of ink splattered paper form can suddenly tell a story of one vague idea or a bunch of detailed perceptions. In this story, I take you on a journey of one’s mind: what develops when you venture into the details of imagination. From a cycle through nature to over coming demons with ammunition of courage and simplicity, it is all there for you to be a part of. I show you this through my favorite drawing medium, a pen. I try to move away to “bigger” medium such as a paintbrush or even charcoaled pens, but for some reason I flow better with a controlled thin line created by a simple ballpoint pen. Maybe it’s all those times i doodled in school or even further into my youngest of days. Who knows? All I know, is I am sharing with you a construction of lines, an imagination of channeled stories for you to indulge.
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It’s Your World: A Venture to Freedom
Once upon a time, there was a boy. He had no name, no age and no history recorded by modern society. He was born in a hole; darkness was his friend for as long as his memory could take him. He was trapped, constantly fed through a door and left to himself till the following days. He was a prisoner, unaware of his crime.
He knew no language, no words to speak. He listened to echoes and rain, a reflection of his own reality. The only gift he truly had been the power to be. He closes his eyes in times of trouble and watches reality in its most subtle of forms. He watches a home as a glow in the distant, an escape developed mentally through self-preservation. A home hidden beyond the branches and twigs, a welcoming home inspired by nature. A trapped environment turned into an odyssey of wings and hoofs. He felt reality with his fingers and enjoyed the breeze. The scent of rain bouncing from the earth and echoes of animals from beyond the furthest of distances. There rested a home, with roots deep into the core of the universe, an oasis untouched by the outside world. There was family, animals and nature, no darkness in sight. He was home.
It’s Your World by Adhi. www.adhi.me
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