Little by little you fade away
The laughter, the endless stories
Grasping the moment of happiness
Not trying too hard to close my fist
‘Cause letting it go is only for good
No remorse no regrets
Passion is confusing
It clouds your mind and drags you deep
But when the lips meet, don’t think twice about the mess
Just hold on and enjoy the trip
To endless possibilities that your impulse brings
High on love, you mesmerise me
But I won’t be fooled again, time never lasts, you see.
I wonder if there is any logical algorithm for criticising art. Is it just to criticise it in the first place? It can be analysed from various perspectives but there isn’t any right or wrong way to art. Art is primarily an expression in a chosen form. No matter how blunt and plain it is or how intricate and complicated it is, both equally carries the emotion of the artist. The depth of the emotion poured into every art-form might vary but how can one truly measure it?
Australian Centre for Contemporary Art
Just enough to write. 