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Art exists as the expression of one’s creativity,
The very passion engraved in one’s heart,
Being spewed out in beautiful unique illustrations.
Be it abstract, sculpting, literary, poetry or theatre,
A raging spark dwells in within the heart of the creator,
The being that sets this spark aflame,
Bringing life to the inanimate.
The artist is one that applies meaning,
And thrusts meaning to the unknowing world,
In a symphony of different means of expression,
As meaning and existence reaches sublimity.
The very passion engraved in one’s heart,
Being spewed out in beautiful unique illustrations.
Be it abstract, sculpting, literary, poetry or theatre,
A raging spark dwells in within the heart of the creator,
The being that sets this spark aflame,
Bringing life to the inanimate.
The artist is one that applies meaning,
And thrusts meaning to the unknowing world,
In a symphony of different means of expression,
As meaning and existence reaches sublimity.
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French Stereotypes..
"Francis, is it true french people drink wine like water?"
The blond haired french-man looked over at his friend (your name), and a smile appeared on his face.
"Well I love za wine~" he laughed. "But non. It's not drunk like water-"
"Is is true french wash less often than others?"
He nearly screamed. Well he did, just in a non-many way.
"Zat is not true (your name)! I love to be clean!" he flipped his hair with a wink, making (your name) smrik and turn back into her seat.
"What are you doing anyway?" Francis peered over his friends shoulder to see 'French Stereotypes' on the screen. He didn't seem to happy about it.
"(Your name)
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Hetalia France X Reader A day at the carnival PT3
It had nearly taken 2 hours, but you finally managed to go on every single ride! Except for the tunnel of Love, witch was thankfully shut down, because apparently a frying pan was blocking some of the path and damaged a lot of the rides’ machinery. You were sad that Pikachu couldn’t come on any of the rides with you, so you had put him back in Antonio’s car.
“Ahh…I’m so exhausted!” You say, your arm slung over Francis’s shoulder to help you maintain your balance. After going on all the rides, you and Francis were walking around trying to find the rest of the B.T.T and their dates.
After a few
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Hetalia France X Reader A day at the Carnival PT2
“Like ze true gentleman I am, I’ll get the door for you ma Cheri” Francis insists, gracefully opening the car door revealing the other passengers.
You can’t help but smile at his effort to be nice.
I know he always flirts with girls, but it seems different when he flirts with me…Well, I guess it must seem like that to EVERY girl…
So I never really get my hopes up…
You convince yourself.
You climb into the car and sit down next to Gilbert, who is now in the middle of you and Elizabeta his date (also his best frienemy). Since we’re in Antonio’s car, it’s only natural that he&rsqu
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A short poem, explaining my views on art.
"Art is the expression of one's thoughts, feelings and beauty, regardless of the kind of art."
"Art is the expression of one's thoughts, feelings and beauty, regardless of the kind of art."
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