| I suppose I do not consider myself an artist. I see something in my eyes or mind, and I display it in my own time, on my own terms, whatever the outcome or criticism. We are all singular and different with no false equality to divide us. We have a view, an influence, and feel the need to follow it through creatively. Put it forth in three dimensions or more. Maybe this makes no sense, but what does it matter? Life is a mysterious rant, and we all have to make our own sense of it. This is my way of taking it in and re-interpreting the happiness and laughter, the pain, hurt and confusions, however basic and pointless it may seem to a soul on the outside. Medicine for the heart. |






Cheers
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"I solemnly swear that I am up to NO good..."
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DIY
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FLICKR' IT!
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"Beneath your dancing feet lie the tombs of tortured men. Thus does the Red Death rebuke your merriment."
The Phantom of the Opera, 1925
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
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