|Work admired, artists ever the more!|
Forgive me for -ocassionally- (I'm working on it! XD) fave-and-running, I admire the art, I lack the words.
WrecklingOh, wreckling, you with the blackened lungs
Mangled, stretched thin, porous
The blood you cough up should be black
But is bright red yet
The knocking on the door, dreary tunes behind
Seabound, dream-infested, waterline
Moon still shines silver through clouds
But it could be gold
Oh, wreckling, you missed your time to shine
Broken windows, concrete, rebar
Vomit tangled wires and burnt umber bricks
That could be applause
Thunderbrain misfires, elegant explosions
Stilted, hard plastic, gnawing
Ink flows from heart to fingers, makes no sense
But what ever did?
(leaving the broken stamps as a relic of my silliness)|
Also, I must say: Webcam image courtesy of XKCD.com
ALL THE BELOW UNEDITED FROM AGES AGO because I'm feeling weirdly nostalgic.
Current Residence: New Zealand
Favourite genre of music: So far I have noticed Classical, Jazz, Opera, Folk, Blues, Instrumental(classics), and yes.
Favourite photographer: Aside from aforementioned artist; Henri Cartier-Bresson, Ansel Adams, and a few others.
Favourite style of art: Oh, many - no particular parameters really.
Operating System: Currently Vista - and no complaints thus far.
MP3 player of choice: Suddenly began to doubt how much I hear over MP3 - audiophile tendencies emerge...
Shell of choice: Paua Or Nautilus.
Wallpaper of choice: A photo of sunlit beech (so I'm told) leaves...
Favourite cartoon character: Calvin and Hobbes, Footrot Flats, The Flintstones...