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Saturday, March 6, 2010
Handle with care
Some friends are as roses,
handle with care.
Time neglected,
the thorns find their way to your rosy fingertip with expert abandon;
beauty in blood;
red bloody red course.
i dream of ancient Celts,
their wedding incarnate,
petals lined the arches
in beds of roses.
in my bed,
friends and thorns alike. ¶ Saturday, March 06, 2010 0 Comments Links to this post
handle with care.
Time neglected,
the thorns find their way to your rosy fingertip with expert abandon;
beauty in blood;
red bloody red course.
i dream of ancient Celts,
their wedding incarnate,
petals lined the arches
in beds of roses.
in my bed,
friends and thorns alike. ¶ Saturday, March 06, 2010 0 Comments Links to this post
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
believing this is shade
In fields of ashen fodder,
Rains on us as snow
Hot
sifted
drifting rows
Where once
the mighty stood.
An answer to a call,
of those not heard,
the Dreaming time,
when all founts alive,
& All matters grave,
Calling to this seeming rhyme.
This stand of birch misleads the eye,
...believing this is shade. ¶ Wednesday, February 10, 2010 0 Comments Links to this post
In fields of ashen fodder,
Rains on us as snow
Hot
sifted
drifting rows
Where once
the mighty stood.
An answer to a call,
of those not heard,
the Dreaming time,
when all founts alive,
& All matters grave,
Calling to this seeming rhyme.
This stand of birch misleads the eye,
...believing this is shade. ¶ Wednesday, February 10, 2010 0 Comments Links to this post
Sunday, February 7, 2010
The times, they are a'changin'
The alternate view is that the more things change, the more they remain the same. We can make the difference. It's how we live, how we dance, how we sing this song. It's the music that you choose.
I am, of course, referring to the political scene.
But here's something else that's changing, and maybe it's in some strange way, related with this winner-take-all mentality that the American political spectrum encourages. This may well be the last post I will make through Google's Blogger tool. In their infinite wisdom, they are phasing out FTP access to 3rd party websites from Blogger. Their solution is to tell everyone they can host their blog directly with them. But only a small portion of the pages on this site are built with their tool. Maybe it's time for a change to Wordpress - I can host that myself without being part of the machine. ¶ Sunday, February 07, 2010 0 Comments Links to this post
The alternate view is that the more things change, the more they remain the same. We can make the difference. It's how we live, how we dance, how we sing this song. It's the music that you choose.
I am, of course, referring to the political scene.
But here's something else that's changing, and maybe it's in some strange way, related with this winner-take-all mentality that the American political spectrum encourages. This may well be the last post I will make through Google's Blogger tool. In their infinite wisdom, they are phasing out FTP access to 3rd party websites from Blogger. Their solution is to tell everyone they can host their blog directly with them. But only a small portion of the pages on this site are built with their tool. Maybe it's time for a change to Wordpress - I can host that myself without being part of the machine. ¶ Sunday, February 07, 2010 0 Comments Links to this post
Monday, February 1, 2010
Iron over Earth
This art is available printed on tile, framed or unframed. view tiles
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I am pretty happy with the way this turned out. It's a rendering of iron, industrialized over a wood park bench, over simple earth. It's so simple and essential, bringing out the warmth of the day.
This art is available printed on tile, framed or unframed. view tiles
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Seven dreams combined
Seven dreams combined,
poetic shenanigans,
a story unfolds.
Haunted figurines,
the shelves come alive at night,
painting reflections.
Looking and seeing,
these are not always the same,
reflections within.
Light illuminates,
the time to see the future,
stands avant shadows.
Techno logical,
Pulsing harmonics refrain,
You are swirling light.
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I have really been enjoying the contrast in my latest works. I feel there are so many shades, so much nuance between the pixels to be explored.
In 'Seven Dreams Combined', I have coined several refrains in a haiku style. These were actually individual tweets sent out at various different times, but taken together, comprise a wholly new poetic image. ¶ Saturday, January 30, 2010 0 Comments Links to this post
Seven dreams combined,poetic shenanigans,
a story unfolds.
Haunted figurines,
the shelves come alive at night,
painting reflections.
Looking and seeing,
these are not always the same,
reflections within.
Light illuminates,
the time to see the future,
stands avant shadows.
Techno logical,
Pulsing harmonics refrain,
You are swirling light.
----
I have really been enjoying the contrast in my latest works. I feel there are so many shades, so much nuance between the pixels to be explored.
In 'Seven Dreams Combined', I have coined several refrains in a haiku style. These were actually individual tweets sent out at various different times, but taken together, comprise a wholly new poetic image. ¶ Saturday, January 30, 2010 0 Comments Links to this post
Monday, January 11, 2010
Human
Sensual. Human.
I am of a mind to rethink last night's illusion that was posted, to think the original art needed no words to convey the meaning.
Alas, words that are used to define can limit, and there is no limit to all that is.
Created a greeting card and some t-shirts from this art ... hope you will enjoy. View more
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I am of a mind to rethink last night's illusion that was posted, to think the original art needed no words to convey the meaning.
Alas, words that are used to define can limit, and there is no limit to all that is.
Created a greeting card and some t-shirts from this art ... hope you will enjoy. View more
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Sunday, January 10, 2010
Can you hide (the sexual)
We are all segmented, in some ways, like words cut from a magazine.
We are all of the yin and the yang, the male and the female.
There is contrast. There is balance.
Can you hide my goodness,
the body busting,
I am allowed my tears. ¶ Sunday, January 10, 2010 0 Comments Links to this post
We are all of the yin and the yang, the male and the female.
There is contrast. There is balance.
Can you hide my goodness,
the body busting,
I am allowed my tears. ¶ Sunday, January 10, 2010 0 Comments Links to this post
Friday, January 1, 2010
Found Art: The 1st Illusion, The American Dream
The 1st Illusion published on Dec 26, 2006. The American Dream(Scream)
Made up a poster of this one -- the background city is San Francisco. Sketched and scanned, accessible modern poetica, infused by anime. Click small image to view the poster.
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The 1st Illusion published on Dec 26, 2006. The American Dream(Scream)
Made up a poster of this one -- the background city is San Francisco. Sketched and scanned, accessible modern poetica, infused by anime. Click small image to view the poster.
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Thursday, December 31, 2009
New Year's Day 2010
So many changes in 2009. The end of this century's first decade will be remembered by a lackluster economy, a fatalistic employment rate, war, and the crash of the housing market. Reminiscent of a depression near-miss, the past 6 months have at least shown more appearance of an upswing.
2010 promises to be about new beginnings. Kick-starts from the depths of strife, to new visions, new opportunities, born from the epiphany that every thought deserves an action. The Boomer generation had it right when they said that if you aren't part of the solution, then you are part of the problem.
Without action, it's just a moment of a dream, reflected in a grassroots haze of bong smoke. So much talk from the last election still echoes in the empty music halls.
A symbolic metaphor of what we collectively desire must be vocalized in art, life, and the daily works. Nothing changes on New Year's Day. It's what is done on every other day that matters. ¶ Thursday, December 31, 2009 0 Comments Links to this post
2010 promises to be about new beginnings. Kick-starts from the depths of strife, to new visions, new opportunities, born from the epiphany that every thought deserves an action. The Boomer generation had it right when they said that if you aren't part of the solution, then you are part of the problem.
Without action, it's just a moment of a dream, reflected in a grassroots haze of bong smoke. So much talk from the last election still echoes in the empty music halls.
A symbolic metaphor of what we collectively desire must be vocalized in art, life, and the daily works. Nothing changes on New Year's Day. It's what is done on every other day that matters. ¶ Thursday, December 31, 2009 0 Comments Links to this post
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Cryptic Tarot Reader
Just in time for the new year, The Cryptic Tarot Reader, an online app we are developing for the sheer amusement of it all.
Divination goes CyberGeek
Check it, and have fun, tarot.cryptic.tv ¶ Saturday, December 26, 2009 0 Comments Links to this post
Divination goes CyberGeek
Check it, and have fun, tarot.cryptic.tv ¶ Saturday, December 26, 2009 0 Comments Links to this post
