Love+Art

Maybe a number of my fans (say 2?) are wondering why this tumblelog of mine is overflowing with cheesiness. This is because this is the way I want it to be. Everyday accounts of my life with her and art.

My journey. Our journey. Through art.

And whatever happens, these are the things that I will never regret, the things that I will read when I grow old. The things that my grandchildren will read and show to their friends. That once, their good old grandpa had this outdated thing called blog about a woman who made him see the world differently.

And more beautiful.