I går surfet jeg rundt på nettet som jeg vanligvis gjør mer enn jeg sikkert burde. Jeg svippet innom Flickr-profilen min og så plutselig at bildestrømmen min hadde passert 60 000 visninger! Det er en utrolig stor milepæl, og jeg er så stolt. Det er det samme som om ca. hver fjerde bergenser har sett bildene mine! Her er en liten smak av hva som finnes på bildestrømmen min:
The power of words is a remarkable thing. Words can save a life, help a friend, hurt the hart, lift your spirits, tear you down, transport you to new worlds, teach you something new. Words are powerful, its all in the way you use them. Choose your words carefully and change the way others think. I found this video very touching, moving me. If you believe in the power words can hold pass this on!
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My artist of the day 1/29/12 My 8 year old son, Clifford. My son loves art just as much as I do. I assume he got his love for Art from me of course. He wants to try it all, but can’t learn it fast enough in school to make him happy. When he asked […]
Note : Post may contain adult / disturbing content.
Have been wanting to share some content by this illustrator name 山本 タカト aka Takato Yamamoto for quite some time. This illustrator is kind of different from the norm, or I should say, think differently.
Brief explanation of history:
born in Akita Prefecture on the 15th January 1960
Graduated from the painting department of the Tokyo Zokei University in 1983…
This post is a new poem I wanted to re-blog. I would love more reviews of this peace. Feel free to say what ever you want, I can take criticism.
French photographer born in Toulouse and living in Saint Tropez Philippe Shangti dares everything with a disconcerting ease, fashion, decoration and photography of course. His work is amazingly flashy and provocative in psychedelic sets! Love the kinda trashy sense of humor, colors and exaggerations... it totally makes me laugh!
"Philippe Shangti has the favour of contemporary art collectors and of celebrities seduced by his crazy photos.
We like to make things complicated.
Remember your first story or artistic masterpiece?
You made things complicated.
Big multi-syllabic words, multi-layered plots with more characters than the cups of coffee you drained at 2 AM when the Best Idea Ever nuzzled your brain. Lots of sketch work in non-photo blue, scraped because the design was supposed to be “just so” and currently they were 0.75 mm off the Epicentre Of Perfection.
I am stuck in my head
what a sad place to be
words run round and elude me
Images flash by
some real some only mine
I stomp I scream I let it all out
I wish for peace but scramble about
Where have you gone o muse of mine
am I to stay here for all time
am I to run round desperate to fly
if only you’d come lift me to the sky
if only I could catch those thought that fly by
I sit and wait hands full
I sit and wish for only you
you fill my mind
yet my hands sit idly by
How long shall I roam
unable to return home
o muse where have you gone
I beg you wont you come
Make my idle hands fly
across my keyboard words wont come
still I sit and wait for you to return
This poem is not what I intended to write when I started this post. I have to admit that for several days now I haven’t bin able to write a single word. I feel like my mind is empty and full all at the same time. I get this way sometimes. A wall goes up in my mind when my spirits are low, when I am uneasy even in my own home. considering this poem is ruff, and it just popped out without my control I think its good. So to all my readers, to the writers, to the poets tell me what you think? If you see any errors, or ways I could improve it let me know. this is the first poem I have written in about 3-4 years, something like that.