Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Thanks ibelieve and creativesoul

I managed to find breakfast that morning...as for the white buffalo-it is still illusive.

Bohemian

By chance did you pull your words of choice, from the box of magnetic words? The piece was visionary, and lucid, very cool.

Bohemian

I studied art at PNCA, in Portland about ten years ago, although I couldn't finish and get my BFA (LONG PISSY-MOOD STORY) I redirected my creative genes to conceptualize that white space (8.5X11inches 24 lb. paper, heavy weight, extra bright and smooth for imaging and contrast), and...oh, there's an...

I turned in bed constantly, unable to sleep. I climbed out of bed and walked to the living room, fumbled for my cigarettes and smoked, in the dark. The LED on the clock read 3:46 A.M. “Damn.” I sipped from a cup of cold coffee and tried to compass the conversation I had with my mother. “Your real fa...

We consume ourselves in so many rolls in one lifetime, imagine, trying to keep track of who's who, during several turns-I too enjoy your wit.

Bohemian

Reminds me of Pink Floyd. I enjoyed the piece. I don't know what I'd do if I won the lottery.

Woomen! Go figure. I'm married now, have been for some time now, but have felt that frustration many times in my life before. Nicely done. .

The meditation was something, something courageous lifting the vine, the skin that covers what we know, in that moment flesh ripped from bone, darkness into dawn- the ecliptical change, into light. A whirlwind spins dried maple drifts across softness, gathering, the absence of mother means something...

It wasn't until 2001, I put my pen and parchment aside and started using a computer to sort through my muses, and discovered the wonders of the F7 key. Yes, I agree technology produdces so may gagets I can't keep up.

writing as I found digs deep into my passions, and I see that in your work. When I start a project, I never have a true path, or platform. When I'm done, or think so-I say damn, did I just write that.

Thanks Lightning Rod and doreen

There are many misconceptions about the land of the midnight sun. Believe it or not situated beteen the igloos are Walmarts, Fred Meyers and JC Penny stores. And one note to doreen-I grew up on the east coast in a small town outside the beltwy, called Lorton..

We possess the wings of a greater need, the gargoyle mounts riding the stiff breeze crossing the parapets in the storm. We wish to ride the stiff breeze of autumn past the stained glass of the Duomo, take the center, high above the gnomes dwarfed by graduated stones hinged against a sky blown free o...

Panting beneath
shadows
lathered,
in delirious
whispers
of a frantic
dream
sleeping
sadness,
misting over a blue spray
of winter’s bitter moments,
wanting.
Wanting yet,
to cry for
a bed of sweet petals,
only to be
manipulated by
shadows
a breast.