The Demented

I’m a big fan of demented art forms.
reaching into the dark corners at the bottom of the soul
the mysterious
the twisted
the movement
the distorted emotions
bizarre
broken
deep
dark
grabbing
hidden
alive… let it out and one can easily be attracted to the art form - yearning to understand, who want to learn to touch and feel their own, to agree, who continue to want to find a part of themselves who seem lost somewhere within the demented work of art you show (my favourite form: music)

..that’s not to say I prefer it all the time, the most beautiful natural art is a woman’s body.