He was a magnificent photographer his work was considered masterpieces in the art world.
He captured all of his subjects from the eyes of his soul, so much depth in his work that ran deeper than the crust of the earth.
Many women wanted to discover and feel his passion they wanted to be his muse be admired feel admired
each woman who looked at the photos he captured of them felt like he capture her soul. He made her feel more beautiful than she ever did before.
How was it possible for him to see her without ever touching her many women would ask him this question
He would reply that it was all about Love
He worked from Love and with Love this is how he always work it was his everyday orgasm, not the women but capturing his subject and keeping it alive.
His energy was on a high frequency and many women wanted to receive it.
But there was only two women he swore to give his all to, one was Jamilia who was his soul mate and partner in life and the other was New York City
who had inspired him since he was a child, she had been his home, his first muse, and first Love.
WARNINg: ( just to let who ever is reading this know I’ve decided to blog about my break up, blogging helps me find clearity so be aware you might see a plethora of roller coaster emotions day to day; I pray that this lesson this phase in my life ends with a happy ending, and at the end of this road I am able to love, sing, dance, feel free at ease again Mostly I pray that I learn this lesson and grow from it.)
Fighting with my blog
I thought about taking some time off from my blog from the internet because my emotions have gone haywire. Then I realized my blog is where I vent where I get my thoughts out to no particular person just out into the universe and then I feel calm.
I love blogging
Some creative work that inspires me
Have you ever thought about this
My career plans were much more exciting when I was five. by Jesse Tatton
With that said:
“I never feel age. If you have creative work, you don’t have age or time.”
-Louise Nevelson (1980)In the spirit world, there is no time, so there is no age. When we lose our awareness of time, then we feel no age. We feel no burdens. We need to spend more time doing those things that make us so happy that we lost track of time. Creative work gives a lot of us that very feeling.
This Poem (Dreams Deferred) by Cordie really makes your mind drift into wonder land.
I’m loving this piece of art by Lady Aiko.