I have seen thousand of pictures here and there, thousands of images all over the place. My life is full of memories. Memories that on my head form part of a huge exposition; some of them are the perfect photograph, the best sketch ever, a huge graffiti on a wall, a comic, a beautiful letter, a nice song. All of my memories turn into something beautiful there.
Some people say that I live in a place far away from here. The real world would never be enough
but I need of the real world and my imagination (or parallel world) to keep myself alive. Art is my drug my life and my imagination
Over and over again it takes me far away from
.*Haha nice try* was my first thought when I wrote this
the truth is that I am a bad writer and my painting is not so good but I would enjoy deviant as much as possible .