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Sup I'M JOHN VLADIMIR|WELCOME TO MY PERSONAL HELL|I LOVE MAKING SINS|AND WRITING ABOUT THEM

Jealous

I'm jealous of the way people can make pretty things.
Of nail art and polishes
Those playful caricatures on notebooks, that
they pair with masterful caligraphy.

I can't even draw a straight line with a ruler,
while they make art out of symmetry
The dead center of Wes Anderson
The Vitruvian Man

I don't know the names of colors and what to use
How do I make my own Wong Kar-Wai
or describe a beautiful scenery in words
if I don't know what a good color combination is?

Heck, I can't even make myself look good
I'm just a basic/uniqlo guy
who don't have an idea what to tattoo
but has too many ideas on his head

I only have words to express.
And words aren't enough.
Good intentions,
aren't good enough.

There is a huge distinction
between visual art and literaric art.
The first one exist.
The other does not.

A beauitifully designed book
with a fancy cover and font
is visible and pretty art in itself
but the words will only ever exist in our head.

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#AgostoKoSariliKo [Day 21/31] Self love is self expressionism.


Agosto ko Sarili ko is part of a healing and continuous reinvention process where I am forcing myself, day to day deadlines ala Nas Daily, of any creative work for the entire month of August. Why don't you do it as well or if you want we can collaborate? Hit me up. 😁

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