I love how these rolls turn out. A few random shots. Life is art and art is voices in time.
I find my self living in the ink again. Fighting a cold but to stubborn to call it a day because the art is in my mind hard.
Art feels like love via lens.
I remember being a kid with a 24 shot camera. Running around making burry rolls. It was beautiful and crazy and in many ways perfect.
meu braço esquerdo é imaginário
Lots of prints and paintings to add to your home here.