If an artist’s inspiration never dies The mystery of muses lends the life 2.20.15
Tag: Art
A Person’s Love Field May Exist In Many Languages
humans then write sounds to beautiful music ~ free with union
Cultural Art
Your greatness inspires me Your success is for all to seize Your brilliance fosters posterity Enabling truth to sincerely be
Incredible Patience, Immortal Opportunity
the Art of a chosen soul ~ how whirly ~ how wonderful you are (source: devianART/JellyVampire)
Premium War Page
Varangian Guard Axes – 2013 ‘The Varangians fight like madmen, as if ablaze with wrath… They do not care about their wounds, and they despise their bodies.’ -Psellos, 1057 Samurai Helmet, Oni – 2010 The Helm of a Samurai is said to represent his warrior spirit. His face of war given form, the frenzied state of…
Hand In Hand {original song}
Mad Creative Depth & Sophistication ~Endless Love to this Goddess~ Enjoy the Arts of Hannah Karvellas http://instagram.com/_whats_my_age_again_ http://instagram.com/red_moon_rising_jewelry https://www.facebook.com/redmoonrisingjewelrycreations https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCvf6rCT-59aybNMBxXZ4EnA
The Artist Path Is Purple
a Universal Love with a correct composition it’s so extreme ~ it’s so intense still breathing just as casually this is a mathematically based system of solutions a vast timing pot where I always bring some new sketches the symbiosis of a compatible attraction weaves an herbal ~verbal circle~ the Artist path is purple as for you…
Youth {original song}
Collaborative efforts Unite {} composed from ~I Can Feel The Rain Quiver~ {} my Inspiring friend & Beautiful sister {in~law} {} Hannah Karvellas
A Master At Work
a canvas ~ a sky a dream ~ a vibe a vision ~ to stir a sight ~ of worth *Artistic Talent* *Internet Song* *Artistic Dreams* *Universal Song* We are the canvas; and creation, the Artist. We are Creation; let us create, eternally. white ~ fair holy ~ magic *My Soul’s…
Atop a Mountain View
I take a third party approach to life to view my deeds from up high and to examine the plank in my own eye For when I am bound to a singular view I pick the specs out of undeserving prospects Tunnel vision reappears when I’m stuck in my own shift of gear Approaching this true…