Why Hello Walter…

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A long time ago, in a town far far away, there once lived an artsy type of girl. She wore glasses, never had shoes upon her feet and even though she brushed her hair multiple times a day it never ever looked it. One fine and sunny day this girl grabbed her camera, jumped into her car and took off in search of a little adventure ( which is very different from a lot of adventure I might add). She drove around for a bit and got lost several times before coming across a quaint little road that wound its way too and fro along the bank of a wide muddy brown river. Soon enough a bridge came into view, and the girl enamoured with this not so large but still impressive structure, decided to stop and risk the extra freckles she was bound to get, and get snap happy. An hour and two very sore feet later she returned triumphant back to her car, and zoomed back home with her prize!
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Oh and she forgot to mention above that she also found this nifty gate.

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Little Bird Lost

I wrote this poem back in 2010 (March to be precise) at a time I needed reminding that no matter how bad things get, you have to have hope, you have to believe that things will get better, because things do invariably get better.

I kinda need reminding of this today… things DO get better.

What now little bird,
all tattered and torn
Your feathers are broken,
You spirit forlorn

no tears can you weep,
that well has run dry
But your heart flows a river
you moment is nigh

Hope, little bird
Astir in your breast
in the the darkest of hours
your strength will attest

on wings made of joy
your spirit will try
To beat back the black depths
And re-learn how to fly

Broken

Break me,
Shatter my bones with your hate.
Tie me down with the blood of my own body.
Your words slice away at my resolve.
Steal my spine,
I crumble at your feet.
Smile.
Melt my heart and make me forget,
lock away the darkness and throw away the key.
Pandora’s box of tears,
do not open.
Bathe me in sunlight,
no shadows will I see,
take the mirror and smash my soul.
I am already broken so what does it matter.

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Opening lines are hard to write, harder still when it isn’t some random flight of fancy, but rather the opening for what will be a very personal blog entry.

I guess the most logical place to start would be a brief description of the above poem. Did you like it? It is okay if you didn’t, it isn’t particuarly pretty, in fact I would liken it to a slap in the face with a week dead tuna, but that was perhaps how I was feeling at the time I wrote it.

I was angry.

I was sad.

I was impotent.

I had been crushed so far into the dirt I had almost lost my sense of self. I had given up on myself, and dare I say it, I had almost given up on life as well. It all sounds so melodramatic but I honestly have no other way to describe it. Nor do I know why I let someone have that much power over me. It is part of the reason why I decided to write a book of poetry (illustrated of course), I find poetry very cathartic and excellent for my sanity.

A Cautionary Note for the Foot Weary Traveller

Written way back in my early 20’s (think pre 2005) this short story was originally intended as an introduction for a much longer story, but as what often happens, life got in the way and the story never continued. Instead you get this and nothing more. Enjoy.

Excerpt from the Diary of J.R Nash, fellow adventurer through Time and Space.

‘The Worlds that Are’ are both vast and numerous, their wonder and beauty are truly a marvel and for many long lives I have travelled the Gateways between these worlds, exploring each new existence with an unrivalled passion, however…

My recall of that long ago beauty is fading and madness now shadows the dark recesses of my mind.

I cannot escape it and I cannot forget.

There is a darkness waiting, lurking, stalking. It’s calling to me, eating away at my sanity like a murderous cancer, polluting my soul with its ever-increasing malevolence. The only peace left for me, before I join the suffocating confines of my grave, is that others will heed my warning and therefore be saved from the same maddened fate that I now suffer.

 I cannot tell you the tale of my decline; it is an unbearable memory that will die with me, not to be borne by another living soul.

But what I can do, in this rare moment of clarity, is to alert you of these dark places, places that haunt every existence in creation, places that lurk, that wait with a never ending patience for the unsuspecting, the unwary and the sweet innocence that dwells within the ‘Worlds that are.’ It was in such a place, that I lost myself completely and forever.

Sorrow, pain, death, fear… they all are a part of life, an integral part of our existence, yet when coupled with injustice, cruelty, insanity and evil they can create a shadow in the aethereal, one that darkens the very essence of the atmosphere, forever tainting that world with its horror.

Sometimes… just sometimes, it can leak through and stain another world, another dimension.

The pain, the madness, the never ending torment, it builds and spreads into other worlds, overlapping horror after horror; they become one, one place in many.

A place with power… dark evil power. They become alive with it, developing their own eager consciousness and an insatiable thirst for more.

I have so little time left, so please hearken well.

Beware of these places, beware these dark places, you can leave them alive but you cannot survive them. They follow you; they tear your mind a part piece by miserable piece… slowly, methodically.

There is no escape, you can never escape.

Watch for the signs, they are there to behold for those with the knowledge and the presence of mind to watch for them.

The air, you will feel it, as thick as fresh flowing blood, it coagulates, and it corrupts.

In these places the birds do not sing, they watch with a frightening intelligence, strange watchers who haunt the shadows.

And lastly the stillness, fraught with a silence so profound it echoes.

Avoid these places, run from them if you want to live, for a fate far worse than death awaits you if you enter. A fate worse than the most horrid of imaginings… A dark, dark fate…

There is so little time left to me.

‘This was the last entry in the diary of Dr. J.R. Nash; it came into my possession after his sudden disappearance many, many years ago. I have no knowledge of the incident which he mentions in this diary, but it obviously was a curse on his existence, and I have no doubt, that this is the reason for his missing status.

I do not know much of these ‘Dark Places’ but from my research I have found that they are a tear in the fabric of time and space, an overlapping of worlds, dark gateways that are all worlds, and all times. It is hard to be specific, for there is so little knowledge available and I have heeded Dr Nash’s warning and not ventured into one myself, but they ARE actual places, they do exist.

I have in fact managed to locate a Dark Place, and have observed from the safety of distance; however there was little I could learn from merely watching. What I did learn was passed to me from one who had been into the Dark and had returned. She had been changed by this experience, and though a shadow of madness hung about the edges of her aura, she had managed to keep possession of her faculties, and was quite old when I met her. It is her story that I have painstakingly researched over the past years, and while I can only guess at some of the thoughts of the participants, I believe it is a well educated guess.

 And so follows the story of Aeryn’s journey into the Darkness, as accurate and precise as I could make it under the circumstances.

In love with the Iris

I LOVE Irises, I really REALLY love Irises! There is nothing better than a vase full of this tall stately flower, with its sword-like foliage and delicately ruffled petals. I find them graceful, elegant and inspiring in all of their varied colours, forms and species.

Did you know that in ancient Greece, men would plant purple Iris upon the graves of those women beloved by them, a tribute to the Goddess Iris who would safely guide the souls of said women to the Elysian Fields? I didn’t, isn’t Google awesome!

So to reiterate, I love Iris, they is awesome, I make painting…

wait…

I didn’t say that bit above!!!! How remiss of me lol, especially since that is the purpose of this blog post, to share a couple of Iris paintings I completed earlier in the year. The medium I used was watercolour and pen and as I am very new to watercolours, the whole thing was a bit of an experiment; even so, I am very much pleased with how they turned out.

The painting above is the first I did, the colour choices for both paintings was based on what colours I had available at the time. The grey spots and splashes on the paintings are actually an iridescent medium that glimmers in the light.

The Irises are outlined with black pen, and this is what I personally think makes the painting work. Painting 2 above is my children’s favourite as they think the colours are much nicer.

To the Bay and back

It’s late Sunday night and I have only just finished going through the photos taken while on a wonderful weekend adventure south to see my grandparents.

Naturally my camera of choice for the trip was my brand spanking new (and purple) Olympus Pen Lite (E-PL3) which I am still very much learning all the howsits and whatsits of. What I do know thus far however is that the GRAINY FILM art filter = LOVE! Almost everything seems to look fantastic in black, white and grainy!!!

I still have a lot to learn about my lovely new camera, but I am very much looking forward to getting to know her better and to the beautiful photos yet to be taken. So hooray for my future photographic endeavours!

April Mornings in Sunny September

Confused? LOL well you should be, unless of course you follow me on facebook or watch my Deviantart gallery’s.

April Mornings is a short series of photographs I took way back in April 2011 featuring some prettyful dewy spider webs, so these are images from my vault.

The camera I was using at the time was an old beat up Kodak easyshare z740 with 5mps,  and I remember being super stoked with how well these images turned out. Anyhoots enjoy!

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