through a veil of magic a world unfolds beyond the veil so much untold ... images form out of the mist imagination gently kissed thoughts reborn forgotten, missed, step through the veil spirits blissed welcomed warmly dispelling wist
I feel them near I hope, I pray they do not fade no, not today they'll warm my heart on winters day and fill my heart, hold fear at bay
Oh, are you there? Please, do you hear? these images I hold so clear
thoughts and shadows on which I glance fear them fleeing, taking chance reach to touch them feel them dance before they're gone, past circumstance
shadows paintings in light falling where they may it is her, yet not the gentle curves, the stance, a hint of the attitude all there... ... yet not. fading with the setting sun never to be just there just like that just ever ever again
sleep well, Marielle. Dream of days filled with visits Sleep well, Marielle Seeing sights and "what is it"s Fill your pages with places to go and explore List your main destinations and then add even more Yes, sleep well, Marielle Dream of places you'll go to When you wake, plan to make them come true.
Loneliness visits me now and again ... stays for a while and then wanders away Not really thinking, I take it all in and watch for the light of the waking new day
She sits by my side or she walks 'cross the floor or waves from outside, lest she hide in the mist Though often she's touched me (I've wanted for more) and crossing my lips... no, she never I've kissed
I'm a musician, a vocalist, a computer geek, an amateur photographer, a cyclist and an avatar. Go figure.
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My work explores the relationship between new class identities and skateboard ethics.
With influences as diverse as Camus and Frida Kahlo, new synergies are created from both explicit and implicit layers.
Ever since I was a child I have been fascinated by the traditional understanding of relationships. What starts out as vision soon becomes corrupted into a dialectic of greed, leaving only a sense of what could have been and the chance of a new reality.
As spatial impressions become transformed through diligent and critical practice, the viewer is left with a statement of the limits of our condition.