DigitalArt , Better Than Gaming

Android phones are now relatively affordable. Nobody is ever caught without it except for old school farts who insists that 'that' thing-y or gadget is nowhere within their cranial capacity. Or they just have to be cute when they wave their analogs in the air explaining that they have no time for the complexities of modern living,

but their hearses are of the expensive kind. So why be bothered if they cannot go online anywhere to get a bigger picture of a timeline, when that is their statement of being themselves? For one, I really aspired to have one. I was willing to deliver sexual favors to anyone for a price that would at least be 30% of the model I was salivating for. Well, to the dismay of the malicious meddling midgets I did not have to sweat out and fake orgasms. My sweetest sibling gifted me a Samsung Galaxy Mega 6.3 when I turned 56 in 2013 while I was enjoying a birthday vakey in the Queen City of the South. Ecstatic and oh, so grateful I was beyond myself to have received such an expensive [then] phone. It made my life a whole lot classi-er. I was online 25/8 and everything that was of interest did not escape me. It has a big screen and is ready for any 'app' in the cyber market [almost]. That time , it was considered a high-end gadget as it was hot to the eyes of criminally inclined creatures. But I really took extra effort to avoid areas where they sprouted like lichens in moist crannied walls of poverty. Frankly, it is really your choice whether or not you allow yourself to be abused by confused drugged citizens who were not lucky enough to be taught the rudiments of civilized 3rd world living. So, for two years, my affair with the gadget can be considered be better than lovers at first sight. Two years of continuous cyber linkage with my friends and tons of selfies that are pouring out of their noses. But then, I discovered PICSART, an application that allows manipulations of photographs and turning them into artworks. Instead of wallowing into the muddle of candy crushing among other free games, I would while downtime fingering photos and even painting on a blank screen. These are very personal projects since I cannot consider them to be appreciated, but when I created an album on my FACEBOOK account , it received positive response from friends and friends of friends. I cannot totally describe how I do it but it takes precision and a sharp sense of aesthetic outbursts to come up with a piece. I even read that in some countries it is already being hailed as the subtle neoart of sorts. I won't ramble on further, perhaps the spread will simply tell more than a thousand stories! Yes , it is signed PaulHRoquia, my real name.

Android phones are now relatively affordable. Nobody is ever caught without it except for old school farts who insists that 'that' thing-y or gadget is nowhere within their cranial capacity. Or they just have to be cute when they wave their analogs in the air explaining that they have no time for the complexities of modern living, but their hearses are of the expensive kind. So why be bothered if they cannot go online anywhere to get a bigger picture of a timeline, when that is their statement of being themselves? For one, I really aspired to have one. I was willing to deliver sexual favors to anyone for a price that would at least be 30% of the model I was salivating for. Well, to the dismay of the malicious meddling midgets I did not have to sweat out and fake orgasms. My sweetest sibling gifted me a Samsung Galaxy Mega 6.3 when I turned 56 in 2013 while I was enjoying a birthday vakey in the Queen City of the South. Ecstatic and oh, so grateful I was beyond myself to have received such an expensive [then] phone. It made my life a whole lot classi-er. I was online 25/8 and everything that was of interest did not escape me. It has a big screen and is ready for any 'app' in the cyber market [almost]. That time , it was considered a high-end gadget as it was hot to the eyes of criminally inclined creatures. But I really took extra effort to avoid areas where they sprouted like lichens in moist crannied walls of poverty. Frankly, it is really your choice whether or not you allow yourself to be abused by confused drugged citizens who were not lucky enough to be taught the rudiments of civilized 3rd world living. So, for two years, my affair with the gadget can be considered be better than lovers at first sight. Two years of continuous cyber linkage with my friends and tons of selfies that are pouring out of their noses. But then, I discovered PICSART, an application that allows manipulations of photographs and turning them into artworks. Instead of wallowing into the muddle of candy crushing among other free games, I would while downtime fingering photos and even painting on a blank screen. These are very personal projects since I cannot consider them to be appreciated, but when I created an album on my FACEBOOK account , it received positive response from friends and friends of friends. I cannot totally describe how I do it but it takes precision and a sharp sense of aesthetic outbursts to come up with a piece. I even read that in some countries it is already being hailed as the subtle neoart of sorts. I won't ramble on further, perhaps the spread will simply tell more than a thousand stories! Yes , it is signed PaulHRoquia, my real name.