@vonny,
That is the question...
Which is nobler in the mind? To suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?
In the winter time when all the leaves are brown and the wind blows. And the birds have all flown for the summer. I'm callin', hear me callin', hear me callin'.
How I feel about about my artwork.
What starts out as vision soon becomes corrupted into a cacophony of lust, leaving only a sense of decadence and the possibility of a new order.
As temporal replicas become transformed through diligent and personal practice, the viewer is left with an insight into the possibilities of our existence.
What starts out as triumph soon becomes debased into a cacophony of power, leaving only a sense of failing and the prospect of a new beginning.
As momentary derivatives become transformed through boundaried and academic practice, the viewer is left with an insight into the inaccuracies of our culture.
As subtle forms become transformed through studious and repetitive practice,
As temporal replicas become frozen through frantic and critical practice,
As shimmering forms become transformed through emergent and critical practice,
... the viewer is left with a summary of the undefined of our era.
Becoming transformed through diligent and personal practice, the viewer is left with an insight into the possibilities of our existence.
