"Had some trouble with herself"

I must bore you with some information. I've kept the fact that this blog is still under construction, a secret. But since I am the sweet, honest person that I am (actually it's more like, the perfectionist and competetive person that I am) I want to tell you that the photos I have shared with you so far are of the unworthy size "big" and not "extra big" since something strange occurs every time I try to enlarge them. I'll have my favourite technician Simon on to it as soon as possible, but until then... Enjoy the smaller versions.

Need to leave. To live. To love.

PICS) Late summer or early fall, Gotland, 2010

To tell the truth, I don't want to tell you the truth about where these pictures were taken, because they allow me to dream. They take my mind to a place where my heart can be found. However, I'd rather pretend that it's the sunset in Jamaica or the Indonesian palm trees. I'd love for it to be the windmills in southern France or the deserted rainforests in Brazil. But it's not. These pictures are taken in Sweden, the one place on planet Earth where I least of all want to be right now. Especially when it's hell freezing over. Winter is on its way.

Never well, always high

In this cruel reality, with wide eyes I look around me. My loved ones are not who I see. Blank faces and hollow eyes are all I find staring back at me. Where am I to go, who am I to be? I turn my body into a dark forest, I let it's depth and darkness shelter me.

Don't step aside to let someone else step forward

PICS) On an evening walk with an amazing friend, the moon was especially beautiful. A fascinating source of light, with a rainbow around it. How amazing is that? The pictures however, remind me of a song I've been listening to a lot lately.

Savage Garden - To the moon and back

"Mama never loved her much and
Daddy never kept in touch
That's why she shies away from human affection"

Eternity has its many ways of fading

You are a single, blank piece of paper. I am tearing You apart. With a thousand pieces of You in my hands, I walk. I can feel my footsteps on your soul. Oh how I dance. I dance and I keep walking, away. October winds have colored my cheeks, in my eyes fire is reflected. I throw my thousand pieces of You in the flames. I watch them hungrily licking your heart to death. I light a cigarette with your cold blood, feel the smoke filling my lungs with comfort. You were a single, blank piece of paper, as were we. I tore you apart, as you did me.

Life is a neverlasting illusion

PICS) A young but very old friend, Emmy, Upplands Väsby 2010

Surely I have lived outside my heart

With every step I take, my past comes closer. An ocean of lies, confusion, emptiness and false love and there I am; drowning. With every new beginning, I realize previous occurances have had no end. I am a spider stuck in my gigantic web. Sunshine keeps running away, the darkness is bright. I long for the embrace of truth. The embrace of breath-taking passion. I long for... Your embrace. One I never had. One I will never have. Oh, faith. Oh faith, have mercy. Oh mercy, save me. Save what is left of me. I will laugh again. As will I love. Both of which, in your eyes and not my reality. Our worlds are far apart. Please, leave me.

"For every kiss your beauty trumped my doubt"

PIC) Beauty in disguise, Erik Jonsson, Gotland 2010

Nightmares in shiny outfits

PIC1) Borlänge, Peace and Love festival 2010

PIC2) Random summerday in Stockholm 2010

Me, myself and I

Before I start what I have longed to begin with; spreading my thoughts and visions across the universe, I should tell you a few, irrelevant things about myself. My name is Arazo and at this very moment I have lived for nothing but 19 summers and half a fall. Euphoria is the word of my dreams and EuphoriArt is just what this blog will contain. My dreams and my own (if I may call it so myself) art. This blog might also contain the art of others, such as the quotation "I must create a system or be enslaved by another mans; I will not reason and compare: my business is to create" by mr. William Blake himself. That is all for now... Welcome.