Indeed, it was a world of beauty, it was a stage of magic. But to understand either, to live there, in the edge of that transcendent madness was to let it consume you and possess you with all of it’s depths. Not for the weak of heart, not for the ones that ran away from tears and fear. This glistening world of perfection demanded an evolvement that only a few really dared to feel. Made out of strength, honour and devotion, it spoke of worlds of perfection. Sustained by love, it spoke only of eternal longings and connections that broke the threads of time itself.
Published by Sarah Frances Dias
I am an artist and an architect, currently pursuing my PhD in Architecture at the Faculty of Architecture of Lisbon, with the theme of 'Significance and Meaning in Art: Architecture and Painting'. When I am not researching and reading, I am in my studio painting... which is most of the time. In the in-between I am drawing, sketching, writing, thinking, running or finding inspiration out there in the world. I am in love with all things creative and fulled by a desire for an emotionally purposeful and soulful kind of existence. View all posts by Sarah Frances Dias