I don't like crowds. I don't mix well with others too often. My scars probably scare most people away, and I can't blame 'em. As my line of work never has been for the feint of heart. I do my job, and I do it well, thats all. But after every spat, when my arms are weak, my knuckle bloodied, I always reflect on my purpose. But those thoughts never last long when I am "fixing" things. But on nights like this, I truly feel my Isolation. The utter darkness in my soul. I take a deep drag of my cigar, feeling the toxic smoke into my lungs, and then release it into the cold, imagining the pain would follow to. It always feels that it does, that each smoke clears out my evil. But I know that my evils are all consuming, and one day, it will finally bring me to damnation. Until then I continue to lie to myself, I listen to the chatter in the dance hall, the soft tunes of Jazz, the shuffling of feet, the trickle of water, the bellowing of the waterfall, the subtle whirl of the wind... Maybe I could find peace someday.
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This was a small project in hopes of getting my arse into gear and actually making something. My boyfriend Osgar [fa:osgar] suggested this project. The initial plan was two sided piece, one side was a balcony looking over a performance, and the other being the performance itself. Emphasis on it being fancy. I did divert from the original idea somewhat, and kinda moved towards a lonely character overlooking a balcony, because I am a soppy git. I then got stuck in this gangster sort of thing, but not entirely. In short this was quite a busy piece. But very fun to do. I am not too sure if the plan worked 100% but I made something so thats...something. All in all, I hope you enjoy. Cheer,
