2nd year Painting, Camberwell

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The absurdity of our reality coexists within us till we die and in this nonsense, nothing has more sense than a pure emotional artwork, like a poem, like a jazz jam. These moments have in common the reality of the present a pure action against the conscious life, for a moment, till it's end, and the world overwhelm the “poet” with his absurd existence again.