I believe that experimentation with the inside and outside of a media or medium is the essence of modern art. All that is known is discarded for discovery. After full disection and subsequent juxtapositioning you can bring back what you know and meld it to what you have learned to present something new and hopefully exciting to an always skeptical audience.
Mystery PageWhen you click here you will find the little hand shows you when you can click in the general yellowness almost anywhere then...... ................................ you've jumped somewhere else. to: various other ideas in other places on the net. site links spread over the page in random spots you can't see what is where to repeat the trip these links are a mystery ship, interesting and informative even sexy you may go and come as you please savouring mystery you may have as much fun as me more... you'll see you may think it's nice to come back twice, three times 4eternity 4insecurity 4spontaneously 4skinenjoyment ... whatever. I am working on this page with the intention of future uses |
In the evening of late winter a whisper can wake the dead. Dreams of lost loves can fill a head and beds feel cold without a little lust filling in the hours before dawn. A quick smirk and its gone. Only a fleeting moment within thoughts of dreams from long ago. No, the now says so, no, a time and place will show up eventually. Until then a sigh and smudged tear is wiped from the eye like sleep in the morning sun.
Trouble with writing these thoughts is that they change faster than typing allows and don't allow for spelling ability.
Depression and sorrow can feel the same, can look the same and do the same things to the brain. Depression and sorrow both create pain, create wishes of rain, create thoughts so insane as to drain all power from even the strongest of souls then scatters what little remains into dust.
My goal is to reintroduce life loving, good shoving, compassionate curiousity into the crowded space called depression, into the hollow cage called sorrow and lift the tomorrow that looks so down, yes, lift the tomorrow a drowning clown found hanging around the neck like a dead Albatros.
Nice to think that these things are possible by writing some silly qute clever things in a journal like file that most likely will never be read by anyone but myself. Oh well that's life in the the brain space of a seudo artist that needs labour jobs to survive.
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_ 1997
ThorbArt4u2c
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_ 1997
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