tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91985138323919977382024-03-13T04:01:53.244-07:00Shadows and DustInstinct. Instinct lives here. What we see isn't nearly as important as how we choose to see it. We are NEVER out of the woods.Morningstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14106795685933553186noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198513832391997738.post-55059980073843714902008-05-11T19:54:00.001-07:002008-12-09T15:45:39.241-08:00top<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxSwufqRTUs/SCexjdfx9qI/AAAAAAAAAA4/bxKNG0oj_vY/s1600-h/top.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxSwufqRTUs/SCexjdfx9qI/AAAAAAAAAA4/bxKNG0oj_vY/s400/top.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199319517593990818" border="0" /></a>Morningstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14106795685933553186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198513832391997738.post-69849832008178474602008-05-11T19:53:00.000-07:002008-12-09T15:45:40.463-08:00rising<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxSwufqRTUs/SCexU9fx9pI/AAAAAAAAAAw/x8ElVjz0SlE/s1600-h/rising.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DxSwufqRTUs/SCexU9fx9pI/AAAAAAAAAAw/x8ElVjz0SlE/s400/rising.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199319268485887634" border="0" /></a>Morningstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14106795685933553186noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198513832391997738.post-73208953872295150142008-05-11T19:52:00.000-07:002008-12-09T15:45:40.720-08:00rush<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxSwufqRTUs/SCexFtfx9oI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HWHdqNH4GMw/s1600-h/rush.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxSwufqRTUs/SCexFtfx9oI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HWHdqNH4GMw/s400/rush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199319006492882562" border="0" /></a>Morningstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14106795685933553186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198513832391997738.post-15335623053652538062008-04-27T15:23:00.001-07:002008-12-09T15:45:40.910-08:00watching 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxSwufqRTUs/SBT9BL2dURI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rIiAS7JL5KU/s1600-h/horizon1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DxSwufqRTUs/SBT9BL2dURI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rIiAS7JL5KU/s400/horizon1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194054467067924754" border="0" /></a>In this example of my work, i attempted to showcase the possible textures one can achieve with the acrylic medium...Morningstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14106795685933553186noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198513832391997738.post-36398247593451073612008-04-27T15:21:00.001-07:002008-12-09T15:45:41.650-08:00ice ages past<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxSwufqRTUs/SBT8ub2dUQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/lwldTfC6QCg/s1600-h/ice.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DxSwufqRTUs/SBT8ub2dUQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/lwldTfC6QCg/s400/ice.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194054144945377538" border="0" /></a>Morningstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14106795685933553186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198513832391997738.post-80913183330067938402008-04-25T10:18:00.000-07:002008-12-09T15:45:41.860-08:00dark fire<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxSwufqRTUs/SBITCb2dUPI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/I3oAOKOIqa0/s1600-h/b%40g2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DxSwufqRTUs/SBITCb2dUPI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/I3oAOKOIqa0/s400/b%40g2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193234252868440306" border="0" /></a><br />the crimson flow<br />sticky and damp<br />hot and steaming<br />the oil of these monotonous machines<br />asleep, even as they unceasingly<br />fight to breathe<br />against<br />the ebbing tide i give you all "peace"<br />wonder wide-eyed, wander no more<br />join me in the earth<br />lit by the cold fire that feeds<br />my centuriesMorningstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14106795685933553186noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198513832391997738.post-24362591740038832372008-04-25T09:26:00.001-07:002008-04-25T10:41:46.921-07:00bywaysthe answer in cold pavement<br />frozen rivers sculpted from<br />callous indifference; a purpose<br />to make way for fire-breathing beasts<br />of burden<br />the half-lit landscape spinning<br />through a void<br />only a few of us truly feel<br />truly see<br />alive only when we give chase<br />those who pass beyond the veil<br />are free to return laden with truth<br />unrecognized<br />the rest to simply ignore<br />sleep is NOTHING like death<br />no closer to freezing than flame<br />for within the deepest shadow<br />pulses the unholy rhythm<br />within and without<br />keeping time with the<br />distant hidden sunMorningstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14106795685933553186noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198513832391997738.post-71235547617864265742008-04-25T09:24:00.000-07:002008-04-25T10:42:30.039-07:00room with a viewthe black tower rises<br />once more mirror<br />walls and<br />obsidian doors<br />spike of hell<br />stabbing skyward<br />there can be no<br />relenting<br />climbing piercing<br />from atop the pinnacle<br />of night the<br />sky bleeds only darknessMorningstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14106795685933553186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198513832391997738.post-89162210846842598612008-04-25T09:22:00.000-07:002008-04-25T09:24:14.795-07:00waking thoughtsthe peaceful sleep in the<br />cocooning lie of complacency<br />drifting oblivious<br />to feeling<br />-<br />restlessness<br />were i dead i<br />would rise<br />the pressure has<br />built to overwhelming<br />i have suffered and will<br />suffer still more<br />but my pain will free me<br />peace is a lieMorningstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14106795685933553186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198513832391997738.post-50644235339596803662008-04-25T09:17:00.000-07:002008-04-25T09:20:55.657-07:00hinterlandsthe pack-less wolf rages in the black<br />sinew pushing and pulling against<br />the icy world against the paralyzing<br />deep places<br />wind moves it not but shows the way<br />step by rigorous step the treadmill<br />broken, the pattern woven then rent<br />glassy sky above with painted firelights<br />the stage for devolution, devouringMorningstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14106795685933553186noreply@blogger.com0