PostsCommentsPayoutsalberto.abbate (34)in #drawing • 8 years agoFun time with my daughterToday I spent the afternoon with my daughter staining papers with ink and brushes She started experimenting with spots of ink and water. She was fascinated with how the ink…alberto.abbate (34)in #drawing • 8 years agoStyle - Charles BukowskiStyle is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing To do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without it To do a…alberto.abbate (34)in #art • 8 years agoWhite canvas"She thought she had her life sorted. But suddenly something happened and everything changed. For a moment she felt lost. She didn't know what to do. She had lost her…alberto.abbate (34)in #poem • 8 years agoThis is the timeI wrote this in one go. It was on the 26th of August 2016 at 8:24am. I can tell because I created a Note in my Iphone and it has the date and time in it. I wrote it to myself.…alberto.abbate (34)in #drawing • 8 years agoThat voice - high, husky, earthy, explosive - remains among the most distinctive and galvanizing in pop history"You are what you settle for. You are only as much as you settle for." Janis Joplinalberto.abbate (34)in #drawing • 8 years agoHe has a distinctive voice, described by critic Daniel Durchholz as sounding like "it was soaked in a vat of bourbon, left hanging in the smokehouse for a few months, and then taken outside and run over with a car.""The universe is making music all the time." Tom Waitsalberto.abbate (34)in #drawing • 8 years ago"I was not really a punk...""When I was younger, I felt it was my duty to wake people up. I thought poetry was asleep. I thought rock' n' roll was asleep." Patti Smithalberto.abbate (34)in #drawing • 8 years agoPrince (1958-2016)"A body like yours oughta be in jail. / 'Cause it's on the verge of being obscene." Little Red Corvette (1982)alberto.abbate (34)in #drawing • 8 years agoA magpie"A magpie can be happy or sad: sometimes so happy that he sits on a high, high gum tree and rolls the sunrise around in his throat like beads of pink sunlight; and sometimes so…