Invigorating imagery. Pillaging symbology. Illusions brushed to reality. Passion in artistic history. The fire engulfing my cerebellum. Touching my soul. Brushing fire til it drives me home. Advertisements
Fed into the machine it starts to leak. Errors of miscalculations. Spilling unto the surface. Creating displays on thin sheets. Met with negative faces. Colors arranged and flowing. Printing new life. The bleeding inkjet.
Twisting flames ignited. Catching air, roaring presence. Warm Orange blue glows.
What is art to you? Lines drawn, paint, colors displayed. Hearts and minds stories.
Crossing mind met with its own story. Signals to communicate reason. Finding its center as it surrounds one another. Drawing closer to a conclusion. The thoughts merging to find the answer.
Ever present flow in eternal unrest through Acheron. Charon carries through the river Styx. Tartarus now holds in Hades’ hands. Staring back, the face of death.
Let’s lay it all down on the table. I consider painting and drawing a hobby. I didn’t go to school for it and I didn’t really make a lot of art before. I did go to school for graphic design; spent a few years doing freelance and have a substantial amount of work for portfolio.
Bristling wind, flowing through her hair, brushing against her skin. The melodic arrangement of nature captivated her. It was as if time stood still, as the swaying leaves and trees around her, spread out, and enveloped the waters. What was this feeling? The serenity brought about by the shades and tones of green. Though she