art series : Nie Mehr Das Alte Leid
In madness the 7 erupt over the dunes,
Into the army of millions,
Stirring up dunes that rise up to the heavens,
that crash upon those before them.
Leaving behind them the cries of their children,
Inspired by the vision of their mirth in the morrow,
If they would only give up their mortality,
by taking the battle into Hell.
Never to return.
But to serve as the founding stones for another world,
That will be.
Who the FUCK are you to own me!
Nie Mehr Das Alte Leid!
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hi u post a really good art..and hope that u wont stop to show ur arts
until u succeed what ever u want...good luck
Thanks for the compliment Horia. I know they're quite 'out of this world';) They are modified pictures taken by myself.
Thanks for the encouragement:) I keep telling myself that 'success' is in creating it even though nobody bothers.
thanks lots :)
ed
Hey Ed, good morning!
Do you have, by any chance, a Christmas Vox banner to put it on my blog?
Ed.. I love this work!
I love the boldness of your style, the depth, the iconic representations of human emotions I see amongst these and other pieces – humour, wonder, strength, resilience, the grandiose and minute roles we play in the universe.
“A sincere artist is not one who makes a faithful attempt to put on to canvas what is in front of him, but one who tries to create something which is, in itself, a living thing” ---William Dobell
As always, thanks for sharing. Unfortunately we are rarely validated, but your work is appreciated, by at least one avid fan!
You have indeed detected one of my main aims Dee.
I love the quote you included - which illustrates my intention.
I believe that the meaning of that which is produced by anyone lies partly out of the intent of the creator. In the work of every person, there is what is intended and what is unintended or even unappreciated by the creator. In this we see the individual as a medium via which something beyond her/im is transmitted by, well, the ethos of a particular time and space, or of another, or an amalgamation of various times and spaces. It could also be a God, a spirit, ancestors, etc. In this, the person becomes the brush wielded by another. Wonder if anyone who bothers to read this gets it.
You are indeed a gem of a friend Dee :)
ed