DIGITS
I am struggling with digits, digits juggle in my head. Digits tumble and they jumble on the paper I just read, every time I try to capture, such a bouncing numeral, it teases me by dissipating, becoming quite undoable. Give me a bucket filled with letters, I make sense of everything I arrange and rearrange, and I make the letters sing. But these senseless digits wobble, and they hobble and they fall, so I blow them off my notebook, good riddance, once and for all.
Mistakes and regrets, lessons and memories It is an opportunity to offer comfort and support,…
The fascinating concept of originality, drawing inspiration from others Pushing boundaries, exploring new media, and…
An autumn morning, a notebook and the street cleaner Meeting Benches is a website…
Complexity and tension between rationality and instinct In the field of online artistic insights, Meeting…
Looking outside dreams. Look inside yourself too, you will unravel He uses his digital art…
A song, the loneliness and the joy of helping to be helped Dastilige Nevante is…
This website uses cookies.
