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Da Vinci Series 07 . 22 . 2003
These are nice big sets of Leonardo Da Vinci's Notebook of ideas, inventions, and various sketches. If you create something with these or any of my brushes, please let me know so I can check it out. Enjoy!    
category - Brushes
One Green Eye 07 . 21 . 2003
With my one green eye, Hanging open to gape at the mystery By which the world spins I stare at you through long lashes And wish to know your name, To hear the sound of your voice So that I may make it my own sweet tune, Humming along all day with my daydreams. With my other green eye I can see the truth. There is nothing to cloud the facts And your face can not blind me there. I see you for who you are And the world stops spinning. With an instant of clarity I am alone.
category - Poetry
Mother 07 . 21 . 2003 36x60 :: acrylic on canvas : 2002 $475.00 Click the button below to purchase this original, large, Mother Goddess painting.
category - Paintings
Bayern 07 . 21 . 2003 24x36 :: acrylic on canvas : 2001 SOLD
category - Paintings
Ancients 07 . 21 . 2003 12x24 :: acrylic on canvas : 2001 $150.00
category - Paintings
King Stag 07 . 21 . 2003 24x48 :: acrylic on canvas : 2002 $350.00 Click the button below to purchase this original painting.
category - Paintings
Lady Blue 07 . 21 . 2003 18x24 :: acrylic on canvas : 2000 $120.00
category - Paintings
Mid Autumn in Mt. Hope 07 . 21 . 2003 18x36 :: acrylic on canvas : 2001 $175.00 US Click the button below to purchase this original painting.
category - Paintings
Richard's Garden 07 . 21 . 2003 18x24 :: acrylic on canvas : 2002 SOLD
category - Paintings
Ruling the Spiral 07 . 21 . 2003 18x24 :: acrylic on canvas : 2001 $150.00 US Click the button below to purchase this painting.
category - Paintings
Maiden 07 . 21 . 2003 8x13 :: Oil pastel on paper : 1999
category - Sketchbook
Boanne 07 . 21 . 2003 8x13 :: pencil and charcoal on paper : 2001
category - Sketchbook
Lonely 07 . 21 . 2003 8x13 :: pastel on paper : 1998
category - Sketchbook
Seeing - Rough Sketch 07 . 21 . 2003 8x13 :: pencil on paper : 1999
category - Sketchbook
Smiles - Rough Sketch 07 . 21 . 2003 8x13 :: pencil on paper : 2000
category - Sketchbook
Soft Light 07 . 21 . 2003 8x13 :: pencil on paper : 1999
category - Sketchbook
Sunny 07 . 21 . 2003 8x13 :: pencil on paper : 1999
category - Sketchbook
Little Lost Girl 07 . 21 . 2003
Little lost girl, Who knows your name? Did you find your daddy With a bottle in his hand? Can you find the way? Have you lost the map? Little lost girl, How were you born? Did you know your daddy Never loved your mother? Did you lose all hope? Can you remember? Little lost girl, When do you sleep? Did you see your daddy Begging in the dirty streets? Did you say hello? Could you spare a dime? Little lost girl, What makes you smile? Did you know your daddy Never knew your pretty face? Are you still so angry? Can you forgive her now?
category - Poetry
Soul Placation 07 . 21 . 2003
Drink in all you can. The world isn't waiting For you to understand What awaits the day of man. Hold a piece of nothing, Revere it for it's simple grace. The edge is steep and hard to climb. Stay back, bask in the sun, and smile. Feel something unseen, Taste the pomegranate, Full of juice and bittersweet. Find the laugh in every day. Do you know what you're looking for? Can you put it into words? A little peace of time, Untouched by reality? Will you tell me your secrets? And waste away forever in a day? Will you hold onto everything, Then stop to placate my soul... If only for a while?
category - Poetry
Stagnant 07 . 21 . 2003
Watching time wander hourlessly In a world of circumstantial everything, I pace myself accordingly, Partaking of another day While a tune floats between my ears. The nights get cold And all I feel is endlessness. Insomnia is a friend of mine. I work to feed its hunger. There’s an ever present hue of green That haunts my inner eye instead. My imagination runs without a winded breath. I try to keep up, Wondering if I’m destined to fade. And still the tune I hum, Constant lullaby knocking on my door. I try to be the good girl, Who says the right thing, Who looks the right way, Who wants to be perfect. I don’t even like that song.
category - Poetry
Why Dream? 07 . 21 . 2003
I wanted to paint crazy pictures And be mesmerized my the movements Of the Moon and Her faces As time wafts by unaware. I wanted to be loved by the stars And remembered by the songs Of the Ocean and it’s people As the world ever spins on it’s axis. I wanted to count passing cars And await breaking storms Of impatient summer days and their sunsets As perpetual motion tries to keep up. I wanted to learn another language And envision steamy nights Of exotic locations and smiling faces As the seasons become one with another. I wanted to fly with the clouds And dance with the wind Of all four directions and sections As babies are born into love. I wanted to help sickly creatures And nurse the ancient rythyms Of the Earth and her children As the circle continues without me.
category - Poetry
Wounded; Revised 07 . 21 . 2003
picking up the pieces of your shattered heart as you try to stay alive is it me who feels the pain of life and all it's fractures of need and grief drifting through the haze of fear and disillusion trying to make sense of what it all means i can't see the answers anymore is the pain just in my head or has the light gone out forever try to see the way to all that i have lost i can't hear the voices anymore feel the absolution to all that has been found i can't feel the warmth anymore picking up the peices of your shattered dreams how will i breathe tomorrow if i can't feel the pain anymore
category - Poetry
Wounded (Draft 1) 07 . 21 . 2003
picking up the pieces of your shattered heart as you try to stay alive is it me who feels the pain of life and all it's fractures of need and grief for all that has been lost drifting through the haze of fear and disillusion trying to make sense of what it all means where did i go wrong i can't see the answers anymore is the pain just in my head or has the light gone out forever try to see the way to all that i have lost make the most of what i was dealt i can't hear the voices anymore feel the absolution to all that has been found i can't feel the warmth anymore picking up the peices of your shattered dreams how will i breathe tomorrow if i can't feel the pain anymore
category - Poetry
Sliding 07 . 21 . 2003
The way of nothing. The road to something. Take a hand, Walk the pitted path. Feel the awkwardness of living Moving through your soul. Become accustomed to the flesh once more, Go through the required motions. Speak of mundane And smile politely. Walk upright And hide your beauty. Forget the past And ignore the unseen. Can we see what will come Or hold a piece of what once was? Open your many eyes, Let truth be revealed, And we'll walk upon eternity To knock on the universe's door.
category - Poetry
Private Party 07 . 21 . 2003
I'm sick of dancing This angry tug-of-war tango, Living in this place Where I'm too vaguely aware that Pain permeates pore. All the pretending That I'm not still that little girl, But skinned knees leave scars On soft and lonely human souls Without good armour. I'm tired of the loss Of a man who never cared much Except to leave as He tattooed music on my soul, With tears in his wake. Private lonliness. It's unconciously purposeful, Or so it may seem, Because no one is invited To join this party.
category - Poetry
Narcolpepsy 07 . 21 . 2003
constant fight surviving breathing every minute moving passing time changing sleeping life away dreaming moment by moment forever narcoleptic existence
category - Poetry
Move Me! 07 . 21 . 2003
Make me smile. Make me cry. Show me your passion. Show me your soul. Speak in words. Speak in visions. Play with music. Play with me. Turn on my light. Turn on my mind. Teach me life. Teach me love. Give me more. Give me more!
category - Poetry
I Remember 07 . 21 . 2003
Your eyes have changed a shade But i can still remember you. We were young together then, A far off place, a long ago time You were wild and I was free And we knew what magick was.
category - Poetry
Forgotten Kiss 07 . 21 . 2003
His fingers move of slight, Playing with a promise. I watch him, wondering. Does he remember? Can he ever understand? Will this be forever? Will I one day continue the search, And want to travel on To find the completeness I once knew in his arms? We brought life to our world. Once, we lived in unison. Now these separate darknesses Keep us from seeing one another. Like roses, picked to young, Will we shrivel without the full light of The Sun? Or can we blossom through the seasons, Always to thrive after the frosty cold? What do The Fates have planned for us? Are there methods behind this madness? Can you see us from afar, Wandering always, Forever questioning? Until one day, a kiss changes everything.
category - Poetry
Eternal 07 . 21 . 2003
Will you forget? When I walk away? Will you watch the world end, Day by decadent day? Leave me here Alone to wander? Your image, Pacing through my mind. Hold it now, that piece of divinity. Strike the match, Enlightnement. Call apon the warriors, Fallen, Offer the flame, Holy reverence. Silence of time, Places of mystey. Unfold ancient tears. Remember.
category - Poetry
All Tears 07 . 21 . 2003
All tears, shiny and new, Leaving me wanting and alone. Weeping through the days. Staring through the nights. What tower can offer sweet repose? Will the stars shine after the deed is done? Shall I charge the wooden staff? And as is my will, it shall be? Or be wretched with the mask Of an unspoken nightmare? Acceptance shall be the disease of my undoing
category - Poetry
Camelot 07 . 21 . 2003
This melancholy ghost has me Locked in the darkness Of my own castle's dungeon deapths. Where is my hero To force drawbridge down over moat And fight my battles? Come from Camelot, Pendragon And save fair maiden From the spectre of darker self And its deep hunger. Then may we make our long journey Back to Apple Isle Where the mysteries will be free For us to explore.
category - Poetry
DejaVu and Echoes 07 . 21 . 2003
Sweet days and sweaty nights, Wandering through the realm of dreams. Wave goodbye or is it hello? Give your piece to the halos. Pick a hand and hold it tight. In the morning you'll forget, When all that's left for lovers Is deja vu and echoes.
category - Poetry
Porcelein Curve 07 . 21 . 2003
There are other brush sets out there using the Porcelein Font, but maybe mine will be just a little different. There are a few textured and more grungy looking swirls mixed in. I hope you can make good use out of them. 
category - Brushes
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