INDIGO
Poem 1 -Two Lost Souls
Fire Lightning
Deep Inside
Ignite My Mind
My Satellite
Inside Tonight
I Light The Flame
Of Memory
You And Me
Just Two Lo...
Colors explode over the canvass of Life.
The banker childs' delight is the poor womans' strife.
Art dealers feed until oceans run dry.
Monuments for E...
A Super busy week teaching and then working on the door at the Good Vibrations music event on Friday night. Great to see Christchurch people enjoying ...
#WTF is MetaConceptual Art ?!
The 8 Defining characteristics of Metaconceptual Art are:
1. A returning of the Formless to Form (Art).
2. An examinatio...
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Listening quietly silently to all these sounds of life.
- Listen...
Birds chirping, winds blowing, fire burning, churning to the rhythm of today.
- L...
No snitching or we'll get it. Mr. Johnson and Miss. Hunter as well as other people saw a man running from the scene. The guy just shot someone. The mo...