I've neglected DA, I know, it's bad etc, etc. I have been creating, though, I'm creating as I type as well as cursing out the Twitter Fail Whale and eating very cheap cereal... for dinner... whilst drinking Bacardi...
Don't ask, just blame the Mozzie Pox, I do.
I'm not sure it my current bout of creativeness counts because it's collage work, due for tomorrow, and therefore a little forced. Still, if any of it ends up as good stuff then I'll post it here.
I do have a non-college kinda creative almost creation in the works, although I don't actually know what it is, what I'm doing or why.
That will end up here.
In the mean time, I'll go and upload one of my most recent hallucinations. (Edit: No I won't, apparently being a little out of it is not conducive(?) to creating properly formatted images. I guess I'll have to wait until the next one...)
I swear I'm both normal and sober, in a manner of speaking.










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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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.... And in some sense fractals are the geometry of the non perfect
Ingvar
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
--
See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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