Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
"You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy. Because you understand them, but they do not understand you." (Daniel Saint) drawing by Elesq
Work in an 11 instead of six. Eric Freitas conceptual sketch for his clock art. His clocks are incredible, abstract, Steampunk-inspired, fluid works of art :)
