Garden Stormgod




Garden Stormgod

Who cares if we are not forever? Who would plant where nothing grows? There are so many hours in half a life and still a life is short. It's not a ghost what you see at night. And it's not the sun, that silent heat. Just another turn of the Earth. Elliptically complete. All is youth and strenght. For the world is just born. Why did we open our eyes? The traveller names his way...

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I always wanted to create an image that seems incomplete (part blank). I like the effect and this is one of my favorites now. A nice combination of black/white and colors.

I had a crash in my computer and that's because this post is late. Now it is OK, so I hope to publish another post as soon as possible.

Summerlands
































Summerlands


The ground rises up until it touches our feet
And so we walk to find the ghosts of the summer
Our senses tormented by the sound of the sun
Like larvae of ourselves and children of dead men
In valleys of green fire
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Here we have another strange pair. These twins came from an old picture taken a long time ago.Now I decide to use parts of it to create this two flowing (or floating) images. Somehow they remembered me an old collection of illustrated books I used to read when I was young. Together they were a kind of Encyclopedia with thousands of images and historical notes, from the "cavemen" to the conquest of the moon. Cool! Of course the illustrations were as different from these as a 'hypercube' from a rabbit, what makes we all think: "What the fuck has it to do with this post?".

PS.: The words in this post came out from an old poem I wrote some years ago to use as lyrics to a song. Of course I never get to write a song as weird as this words.I wonder what I was thinking...

The Purpose of Bravery




The Purpose of Bravery

You must hide yourself away. Here they come. The smiling killers. The kidnappers of your chances. The warriors of truth. The right/wrong officers. The sellers of general explanations. Stalking. Always talking. Never stopping. Whispering spells of sympathy. Examining. Analysing. Dancing the dance. Chanting chants. The grey traitors. The well behaved lifetakers. The inoffensive and good and old offenders. The trespassers. Crawling the carpets. Closing the curtains. Sitting. Eating. Never leaving. Don´t talk to them. Don´t rise your look. Walk faster. You can't go home. They pass through your garden. Scratching the window. The reasonable liars. Choosing the chosen. Methodologically prepared to be our contrary. Here they come. Must we go back? Or should we face them and then defy them and then defeat them and then show them how we are ready and strong at spirit? Show not a fear you don´t have. We'll all disappear someday. Make them know you. Make them remember. Stronger today. It's time to do a braver thing.