Louise Vanzetta.

24•Highlands

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Leeds Lurking // 25.11.14

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"Lord Morpeth, you got something in your face" @farfaning

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Greed = Death.

Personal work.

Drew this to help myself handle how twisted our society is. However I feel that it was to very little help. It just reminded me even more of how our society keeps pushing out those who don’t want to live only for making money and profit. I, myself, have grown so tired of it, that it has gotten to a point where it’s just depressing.

But drawing does help. It helps me keep sane. You know. You just start to draw and then you’re in your bubble. Anyone else of you feel like that sometimes?

More of my work can be displayed here:

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instagram: @prakashdraws

Thanks for watching!

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Urquhart Castle: Inverness-Shire. Such a beautiful wee tourist attraction. Had the best day here with Christopher.

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Inverness, Highlands- Scotland. Inverness is incredibly beautiful. Captured River Ness and the Inverness Castle. Inverness does like to attract tourist. So pretty.

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following back tons

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I need to see Rome

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Nairn beach.

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Haven't been on this for about two years. Need to be inspired and motivated to continue with my art.

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These are the acoustic waves of a couple saying “I do.” I’m pretty sure the linguist in me just died from the awesomeness of this.

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So if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I’ll bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you’d probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You’re a tough kid. And I’d ask you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, “once more unto the breach dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I’d ask you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms “visiting hours” don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, ‘cause it only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much.

Good Will Hunting (1997)

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How To Clean Your House

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