My story

My story

I was not accustomed to what I saw when I came home, what I'm I patriotic for caring far more than I should. Others have giving their hope and won't even bend an ear. As a young boy I wanted to show people what it was to see from my perceptive, I was the one who couldn't speak for a while and so I saw what most didn't. I saw hope and evil creep beneath the cracks of people's worn out faces. They just couldn't bear anymore that burden.

I was dealt the harsh reality of my country and I did not fall, when I gained my voice I wanted others to hear of my own ideas and philosophy. I then stumbled on pictures, art was metaphorical in that role of my life and so was music. I then took pictures to give details of my shades of grey. From the good, the bad and ugly.

Some may critic my work and say what they feel is the right thing, I know what my arts preaches and if it's not getting a clear symbol then I will better my motives and tools.

Until then we have to wait for what I bring.

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