zaarchasm
As a ray of light starts to shine on my life again, my brother walks in darkness
Surrounded by both love and uncertainty he once again dons the vestiges of the veteran fighter
Round one, round two, round three - on the ropes - but still last man standing
A smile, a shoulder and an iron will through internal hell
Depended upon, loved and revered
A father, a friend for life
Stronger than all
Unique.
by Zaar Riisberg (Zaarchasm)
We would all like for the image to speak for itself. Sometimes, it depends on what kind of mind you have and where it is. Art should be provocative - but it cannot just be that, you need aesthetics, and while some of it may come out in an analysis of the work, there should always be an aloof mystique that you cannot explain. Art makes us realise things we cannot realise through math or physics. You know what I am talking about - that sense you get sometimes, where you are so close to understanding something profound. It is not your brain fucking with you. It is a flash of intangible insight. The thing is, as valuable as something like that is, you will always be at a loss to explain it to others - they have to feel it for themselves.
So. Whether you suck the right or the left one, is entirely up to you. I am just the artist.
