His existence was passive. He was ebbing away from pleasures and surrounded himself with the dark in a toneless residence.
He strongly believed that colours deceived.
But, he was active in capturing the lies, Continue reading
His existence was passive. He was ebbing away from pleasures and surrounded himself with the dark in a toneless residence.
He strongly believed that colours deceived.
But, he was active in capturing the lies, Continue reading
Oil painting is a new hobby I have picked up. I just wanted to post some of my works here to share with people. They may be imperfect but I am satisfied with what I have created. I will post some more later.
This is a response post to this week’s expression challenge by iScriblr. The topic given is ‘Mystery’, and what strikes me on spotting this is ‘Black’.
The black clouds make the blue sky even more beautiful.
There are crowds of people who love ‘black’ breezy nights than days with bright sunshine.
Black is more than just a color.
For those who see through it, Black is class; Black is power.
For those who don’t, it is inauspicious and a symbol of fear.
Such people relate anything and everything unexplored to black – say, black holes or haunted homes. Why? Maybe because it stands out of what’s visible to our eyes. Continue reading