I am an artist. I paint wounds in colors I saw, or in colors they become in vintage.
I use sharp tools to express intensity of my emotions. It might hurt someone else, but what else do you expect from pain?
The real question is whom do I hurt. The ones who inflicted pain on me, or any random receiver who is either too weak to resist, accidentally falls in my path at that point of time, or who bears some resemblance to the object of my hatred?
pain flows in the world
spreads latent toxicity
joy awaits a chance
Creative Experiments and More 