Hello, Shalom, Merhaba, Guttentag,
Back in the 1950s my grandfather had some of his artistic works temporarily put in the Metropolitan Museum of Art. His canvases express an incredible blend of abstract expressionist and cubist styles. Interestingly, he stopped painting for the public forum just a couple of years after the aforementioned exhibition and I can guarantee that you have never heard of him unless you read obscure Spanish literature.
Every single thing that I have learned to become, as a man and human being, is derived from my love of art, history, music, complex morality, and my love of the pursuit of knowledge.
Let's meet up and write poetry over tea. There are many intriguing ideas to unveil and I'd very much like new and intriguing acquaintances to explore such things with. There's something awfully fantastic about being quiet with someone without feeling strange about the silence.
If you want to know anything about me, just ask. I'd love to answer any questions as long as I can ask a few of my own.
"Red: the blood of angry men!
Black: the dark of ages past!
Red: a world about to dawn!
Black: the night that ends at last!"