There’s beauty in your tangled grace — with branches supplicating – with roots that burrow through the earth with bark that shields the ages – A leafy dome of gratitude that shelters one and all — The sky above the earth below A conduit – you stand 15/03/2025 smd
When the light fades and footsteps melt in the distance What’s left is the wish that lingers on the tip of your tongue — A storm in a teacup. 18/10/2024
Pencil, Charcoal, Pen, Acrylics, Mixed media
Adobe Photoshop, Adobe Illustrator, DAZ Studio – Reality – Lux Render, Poser, Carrara, Bryce
Art generated through VQGAN+CLIP and DIFFUSION+CLIP Python scripts on Google Colab.
Soundscapes with SONY ACID Pro, Native Instruments Absynth
When I hear seagulls I think of the sea: Turquoise waves gently lapping against the shore’s warm sand – The scent of iodine filling my lungs with hope – The sun showering me with rays of unquestioning acceptance. For a split second I am home. 13/11/2021
Sometimes we make things up to excuse our lack of effort. But what is this “lack of effort”?
And then you’re admonished to start taking life seriously. Mostly because that’s what’s expected of you in this day and age.
What if silence Had its own distinctive tone – The sombre hum of a barrenness you can run your fingers through? Would you reach out – take in the monotone of darkness, breathe in the deafening uncertainty of undeclared surrender? Would you attempt to laugh it off – shredding its leaden shroud with beams of…
today we say goodbye – with salmon swimming upstream, dogs merrily wagging their tail playing catch – today we say I’ll see you later and perhaps there will be laughter and tears of gratitude and stories of unwavering resolve. Today we say tomorrow is another day 18/02/2018
Damage knows not love it cannot recognise it – signals get crossed and noise makes it impossible to see or hear. impenetrable veil of living in the negative space of adverts and parental guidelines. Damage cannot understand how anything can blossom with such garish hopefulness when touched by the kind assurance of a warm embrace….
Why should binaries shackle us down, demanding their due in vociferous shrieks? How about a springboard of amazing possibility instead- How about softly whispering that I too can be the Renaissance Man – pondering on the Nature of our Being while carefully placing the finishing strokes of a masterpiece – This is today’s challenge: We…
the playful dance of sun and dust is often a reminder as all that lives must die, and thence be born again. 02/10/2013
i want you to remember that life is not always all about hard work and tough decisions. sometimes it’s about the joy of laughter and the people in our lives. sometimes it’s all about the trouble we get into and how we choose to solve it. sometimes it’s all about a genuine smile. 11/10/2013
in fact, you are a tree – you change with the seasons unquestioningly. you change with sheer conviction that sunlight will carry you through. in fact, you are a tree – all you need is nature’s basic wisdom and the laughter of children to remind you to look up and be grateful because tomorrow you…
How can you tell which twin entwined you in a dance of desperate hope? How can you know which side is up when down? How is the beauty of a sunrise splendid, when all you see is streaks of grey cleave through a granite sky? Through all the hows and whys and wherefores, through all…
I have been here forever and a day inhabiting a temple – not my own – adorning it with choicest flowers and burning incense in the name of hope. But when there were no flowers, no incense and no light, that’s when inhabiting the temple became a chore too dangerous – a plight – The…
we never spoke of it – not in the fleeting glances or the hopeful smiles. we never thought it possible – believing that surrender would be a sign of weakness, we soldier on regardless of the cost. And though that may quite often bruise our tender sensibilities, it is considered better than a kiss. 02/10/2013
it’s unacceptable the business of surrender. so many times the news is deemed unfit. so many times our eyes shed tears of understanding. so many times we stare into an empty street. it’s unacceptable, yet those of us that know it have seen the benefit of loss in all its gain. have seen the light…
There is a certain beauty in what we cannot see; in what we cannot touch, in what we fail to be. There is a certain wisdom that we refuse to know: Just looking in the mirror won’t let your colours show – Just doing without thinking won’t let you understand that there are joys more…
Everybody leaves – sometimes in joy sometimes in anger sometimes in despair. Everybody hopes – to find a scintilla of meaning, a love that lasts, a candid smile, ever-elusive peace. Yet, everybody leaves – and in their rushed departure you can see the pain of circumstances, a pitiless reminder of past failures, of past hopes…
the mutilated body – I once was whole, but now I stare at you through the gaping hole of my mouth demanding MORE MORE MORE- I am a ritual of unashamed purification, giving up my body every time only to crave more than before. You cannot love this – You never did. We’ve been through…
If only it were true that life could be the simple business of daily shopping lists– of petty crimes committed in broad daylight, of passion unrequited yet redolent with bliss. 19/12/03
Like leaves that fall the heart succumbs to love – inevitable – ruthless – irrevocable. 18/12/03
It’s not an agonising grief I feel, It’s more of unconditional surrender – Accept the loss, bear the brunt move on, perhaps. Someday things will be better – maybe not. You smile, but your sweetness is cloying my eyes; You embrace me – but there’s little I feel. You are perfect, but I cannot seek…
It is not wise to travel in the dark — Your soul picks up the fear of your surroundings; A mist too thick to foster familiarity embraces what is left, as you breathe slowly, steadily – sensing the paradox of living with each breath 09/12/03
a transparent cat pawing at the windowpane — the elusive balance of sheer dissonance resounding in cavernous recesses. the cat clawing at a glass mouse; a danse macabre in my menagerie of beasts. the blood’s as lucid as the thoughts that spill out on the spur of the moment — unhampered, undetected — tearing at…
if I could give you a namethat would be it —Fragile yet cold,demanding care yetlethal. 19/09/01
words that cannot bear the silenceare words spoken in vain —words that hover like unbearable disciplesin a space of makeshift symmetry.To speak these words you need to bea lighthouseat the end of a rainbow —a mountaintop on the edge ofhell… 17/09/01
I am the master of impossibility – the jester you once willingly chose to mistake for king. The dancer that goes through the moves in eager silence, trying to catch a faint echo of rhythm from a distant shore — 10/09/01
words swarm in my mouth —buzzing their meaning in confused sonatasof longing.Sounds swelling against the wallspushing the edges further outinto a bleeding heart —Your words, typing themselves away,intimate thoughts that have no sound at all…and all love, passion, playtucked with furtive careon a screen of displaced presence.I can feel the twinge of momentary loss,I type…