Description Some people think a perfect picture comes from the film of a camera, taking in what the holder of the camera is seeing.
You can focus in and out, adjust the sight, take out light, and even block out the sunrays by a push of a button that technology has provided for you.
As soon as you print out your pictures you become amazed at how beautiful it is.
Some people think a perfect picture is a painting or drawing.
As the artist transforms what they are seeing in their mind, they bring it to life by using different shapes and angles, multiple colors and different degrees of shades, moving in a rhythm.
Now, what was just a blank piece of paper or surface has become the artist's reality.
I agree with the people who think these could be products of a perfect picture, but within those pictures, a great deal of emotions are being well hidden.
Look beyond that actual picture shown.
What's hurting in it deep down inside? What are the feelings behind it? What is the picture scared to reveal? Can you see the struggles, the hurt, and the pain? Can you see the rips and tears, the ups and downs of that particular picture's life? These pictures want you to see one thing only and that is the visual that you are seeing of that picture's life at that present time.
My perfect picture is a puzzle.
It's a puzzle because it had to put its life together one piece at a time.
A puzzle hides nothing from its viewers.
Every fragmented piece signifies an element of its life, and it exposes to you, all of the obstacles that it had to face and conquer, in order to be whole.
The indentations in the puzzle are showing the viewer its trials and tribulations throughout life; what it has been through, what it has seen and what has become of it.
This novel is going to boldly show you why there are cracks in my perfect picture.
A mother's love is supposed to be unconditional.
Not for Truth.
Kicked out of the house at age thirteen, Truth never looked back.
Instead, he searched desperately to fill t.