There is a razors edge that one walks blindly along with bare feet: between the feeling of pure love and pure hate. The slightest breeze becomes a tempest that can push one to fall on ether side in the blink of an eye and send one tumbling into the chasms of the abyss. This abyss is fertile breeding ground for the creative spirit. It is often the very womb that births the greatest art.
This image has 2000 Views and 21 group features and one home page feature. this piece is also a challenge winner and was selected as pick of the weak in eerie and enchanting artwork.