You’re a lover of beauty, but I absolutely love it when you draw ugly things. It’s like dissecting through me and tantalizing on the hideousness,
unevenness, asymmetries, quirks, faults and mistakes.
It’s gutting my pain, and somehow finding a hidden rainbow
From splatters of chaotic colors.
I love it when you see it; these bursts of fire red and seeping black blue. I love it when your brush strokes frantically because life just isn’t more. It’s a silly dance that you dance, of anguish and frustrations, but it’s so grand. I know you’re a lover of beauty, but I just love it when your hand’s stained in ink. When the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen rests on a dirty sheet of paper,
when you destroy its face into pieces and see me.
Samasya Tapasya 
extraordinary writing and photo, the giant brush mark juxtaposed with that street sign, this has to have been composed digitally, is it?
Thank you… nope, it is for real, it’s crazy how things work out 🙂
Wow, but really that turquoise wall must be hundreds of feet high and how did anyone apply the paint? Maybe I should just accept it as a creative mystery…!
mystery indeed!