” Dunno One ” by tgchan ( Sony A6500 + Sony Zeiss 24mm f/1.8 )

There are so many artists… Even more people with all sorts of talents… It scares me… It scares me that there are so many amazing individuals the world does not know about? Why? Why do they have to live a life of an unknown? Why some people, very often less talented, climb the ladder of success while the rest, more deserved of that place, have to live a lesser life? It looks like having a talent and knowing about it is just not enough to be out there. You have to make yourself visible. You can’t be famous or even appreciated if the world doesn’t know about your existence. Death is the last scream your personality makes before it vanishes forever. I mean, even if you get all the ovations you can get, but you are still dead, what is it good for? You either make it on time, or it doesn’t matter… Unless you dream about some fame after your departure to another life. The one thing that scares me even more is not finding your real talent before it’s too late, or ever at all. I am genuinely scared of living my life the wrong way. ” Remember, the saddest thing in life is wasted talent. You could have all the talent in the world, but if you don’t do the right thing, then nothing happens. ” – A Bronx Tale (1993)

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” Faceless ” by tgchan ( Pentax K-5 II s + SMC Pentax-FA 77mm F1.8 Limited )

” Faceless Angels walking down the face of earth… like a wind, passing transparently between souls lost and broken. They judge, analyse, take and give. You may never know when you meet one of those wretched creations, once of a heavenly descent. Ruined, knocked off, shattered, disgraced… and finally cast away. Forever trapped between the worlds of eternal flame and clouds, unwanted… thrown away. Evermore imprisoned in wander without a destination. Enslaved in order to do things no other great being wish to do. Pulling down those who ascent way to fast, giving a boost to those of critical need. All this and many more demeaning deeds, constantly surrounded by ever rotting flesh, dirt and filth of mankind that multiplies like a disease. The face that haunts, the hands that scrape and the mossy breath… insides filled with nothing, programmed for indifference and apathy, perpetually impassive. It’s not here to help you, it’s not there to hinder… It’s not your friend nor the enemy… Balance, it’s the only thing of its interest. My Fair Stone Wingless Lady, have you finally come to raise me… or you’re here to crush me, and put me out of my misery… “

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