art inherits itself, to all those, that it considers beautiful

the art to one, at times shines much brighter than all the rest, that may be beautiful to them.
for one’s passion towards something is rather scarce to witness these days.

art etches themselves to all those who dare to create.

the mere introduction to it’s many shades, is in itself just so rare.
but oh it takes even more than that to puruse it.

oh someday i hope to be capable enough, to light the spark, amidst all whom i’d bore, just like someone i know did.

until then

with love.