Tag: Oil painting
A skull viewed from the side always has the look of someone in a fine mood. A grin full of teeth.
I am getting closer. To that elusive relationship between chaos and perfection. My lifestyle fuels the creation of such works. Catching chaos is my daily life. I managed…
Painting is playing God: creation beyond logic. The ultimate power is annihilation. Nothing empowers like destruction.
I rest my head on the pillow and try to steady my breath. I feel a chill on my cheek. It’s just fresh air, I tell myself, It’s only the air.
The reserve of solar energy I gathered in the summer is running out. I feel the depletion in my bones. Everything is fueled by the sun.
Beautiful things happen in the shadows. Shadow is a sanctuary for thoughts that wish to remain hidden. Spirits forage among the leaves.
I met her again recently. I don’t think of her as a specific individual, but rather as a template. A template of the mind.
It always puzzles me when people speak infantilly about angels. These beings of immense will and a morality that is too difficult for humans to grasp.
