On The Other Side Of Time. I Found My Self In The Belly Of A Hundred-year-old Clock Tower, The Gears

What is an artist?

IMO, an artist is someone who creates from within their very spirit and soul... with every motivation secondary to the base desire to cover your canvas (whatever your artform may be) with the very essence of your being. An artist does not talk about being an artist. An artist does not call oneself an artist neither should one expect to be recognised as such.

An artist creates. 

Not without purpose or without message ingrained... That is a byproduct of your influences and environment... but at its core, pure creation and your very DNA. 

Create.

but the carpet's gotta match the drapes... *rainbow voice*

Well... Shit. 

I told them Physics was hard!

Newton’s notebook pages

and my mum wants to have a flower garden... not gonna design that for her if scary ass bugs like that gonna be all up in it!

Classic Rosette Inlay

This old guitar is so full of tone and inspiration for me. It plays so well too.

The Caveman

Painting pictures on the walls of our modern caves.

Work in progress. The name will come soon. When I take a better picture. 

Took this with a Sony Cybershit dsc... I thought it would be too much hassle to get out my dslr.  All the colours look weird.

The 2nd photo is better no? That's that dslr goodness. 

Iz

Hey kbanfield check this out. 

Late night writings #6

And so the world keeps turning, my existence naught but a sneeze in a crowded train station. I ponder on my worth as my chapped lips separate in stupor and amazement at the way the world has evolved around me, like a tree growing through a chain-link fence... I am poor. I am hungry. I am desolate. I am incredulous, for believing I am of superior build. I am in fact a shadow. I am a collection of memories that, to some, will cease to exist in time, and to others, morph into an unbearable burden, annoying barnacle, blood-sucking tick that they must pry off of their very flesh. Then they will all look down, heads bowed in pity and sorrow, at what could have been, but combusted in and of itself.

All ashes now. All I was.

Yuh wah some #sorrel awa? #freshstart sorrel #drink #christmas is around the corner. (at Golden Bell Korean Resturant)

Life would be nice here... *sigh*

Homestead in Arnastapi, Iceland.

Contributed by Ulrich Zinell.