The artist bears the news that must get through.
There is no choice.
There is no winter too cold.
There is no challenge too great.
When compelled by a vision, there is only one price:
The cost of the sculpture remaining locked in the stone for eternity and never realized.
The artist is a warrior against the mundane.
The artist's enemy is complacency, banality.
The artist doesn't refuse reality, but frees the truth by capturing it in a frame forever.
The world is dark for the artist, but never dim.
The artist bears a light.
The artist's eyes are always feasting.
The artist sees allegory in the inanimate, a world where others overlook.
The artist brings to life an empty page.
There is no choice.
There is no winter too cold.
There is no challenge too great.
When compelled by a vision, there is only one price:
The cost of the sculpture remaining locked in the stone for eternity and never realized.
The artist is a warrior against the mundane.
The artist's enemy is complacency, banality.
The artist doesn't refuse reality, but frees the truth by capturing it in a frame forever.
The world is dark for the artist, but never dim.
The artist bears a light.
The artist's eyes are always feasting.
The artist sees allegory in the inanimate, a world where others overlook.
The artist brings to life an empty page.
Soccer at the Gates of Hell
Special prints available for fans behind the scenes: TheFCStartMovie.com
"The field is empty before we arrive, and empty when we leave. We all know how this will end. But while we are here, we must play."
Special prints available for fans behind the scenes: TheFCStartMovie.com
"The field is empty before we arrive, and empty when we leave. We all know how this will end. But while we are here, we must play."
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