blank page

whole lotta us

rough sketch

an intro of the artist/the curator, the closer the gap, the more of him is showing
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curator's notes

an instruction of whats allowed and whats not, very important
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curated exhibition

some collectible worth paying, choose and pick the one you favor. hear the calling from things that belong to you

admission form

a form that must be filled by the visitor, for booking and sessions matter////

sketch of
his sculpture

Words that leave his lips are never overly sweet, nor painfully blunt. They settle somewhere in between, gentle enough to soothe, steady enough to be trusted. He carries himself with a warmth that doesn't demand attention, accompanied by a quiet presence and a composed mind that refuses to crumble even when life arrives in towering waves.Perhaps it isn't a coincidence that the word yearner somehow found its way into his name. If anything, it has always belonged there. He is the kind of person who longs without making a spectacle of it, who loves in silence until his affection becomes visible in every little thing he does. Not because he wants to be noticed, but because loving wholeheartedly is simply the language his heart was born speaking.If there's one thing he'd ask of you, it's to listen to songs by limo. Every lyric carries pieces of feelings he often struggles to articulate himself. That is how he'll confess— ;not with grand declarations or loud promises, but through melodies that quietly whisper, everything I have has already chosen you. His love has never been about possession; it's about devotion. The quiet certainty that every corner of his heart wishes to become your home, and yours alone.He may take his time replying to your messages. Truthfully, he isn't fond of chatting. Conversations often exhaust him, and his social battery fades quicker than he'd like to admit. But somehow, you're the exception. Your messages never feel like obligations. They become something he looks forward to, something he revisits throughout the day with an absent-minded smile. Tell him about your day, your random thoughts, the insignificant details everyone else overlooks. He treasures every little TMI because if it comes from you, then to him, it is never little.He exists somewhere between dawn and midnight. Sometimes he's the first to greet the morning; other times he's still awake long after the world has fallen asleep. He enjoys collecting new hobbies, exploring unfamiliar interests, and learning simply because curiosity has always been kinder to him than certainty. Around the people he loves, he naturally mirrors their energy—not because he lacks his own, but because making someone feel understood has always been easier than asking to be understood himself.Talking has never been his strongest suit. Listening is. He pays attention to pauses, to sighs between sentences, to the things you almost say before deciding not to. He remembers details you thought everyone had forgotten. He notices changes in your voice before your words admit you're tired. Loving someone, to him, begins with understanding them.To describe him, he's quietly dependable, endlessly contemplative, stubborn only for the things and people he truly believes in. He isn't difficult to understand he just only slow to unfold, like a book that reveals its most beautiful chapters to those patient enough to keep reading.So... tell him about yourself, would you?Your favorite songs. The stories behind your scars. The little habits you're embarrassed to admit. The dreams you haven't told anyone yet.Because if he's going to yearn for someone, he'd rather spend forever learning every version of the person standing before him. And so, the canvas would be filled with colours and the painting would be nothing less than a grand masterpiece only made for us.After all, I'd like the privilege of loving you correctly. Would you?

terms and
conditions

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available
exhibitions

extra
paint

can be considered free if Grisham willing to
- sposess
- movie date
- couple layout made by him