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13 May 2006
1 min read
Been out of the loop for a long time, but am stanrting to feel more awake again.
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6 April 2006
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Just getting into +Fav-ing.
So many pics to note, it may take a while to get to them all, but I have to say how inspiring it is to come to this site and see the vast amount of talent out there.
So many pics to note, it may take a while to get to them all, but I have to say how inspiring it is to come to this site and see the vast amount of talent out there.
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5 April 2006
1 min read
On adversity.
A kite only rises when going into the wind.
A kite only rises when going into the wind.
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Still April Fool's Day
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Have been away not paying too much attention.
Too busy trying to decipher Blast Door Map.
Too many equations...haven't spoken Latin since high school...still rusty.
Love blast door map.
Blast Door Map=All that is good on TV.
Too busy trying to decipher Blast Door Map.
Too many equations...haven't spoken Latin since high school...still rusty.
Love blast door map.
Blast Door Map=All that is good on TV.
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Gallery
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29 March 2006
I think I decided it wasn't fair to critique without putting up something of myself. Drawing still seems a happy fantasy, as the skills are very rusty and my work is nowhere near where I want it to be.
These are from another life. For good or for ill, I can never remember, that part is gone now. Sometimes I miss it and sometimes I don't. It is a world away, 8,000 miles or so by my estimation, but even the structures that would send me there are gone from my life now, and now, I go back to looking at beauty, and making sense of the world.
I think I decided it wasn't fair to critique without putting up something of myself. Drawing still seems a happy fantasy, as the skills are very rusty and my work is nowhere near where I want it to be.
These are from another life. For good or for ill, I can never remember, that part is gone now. Sometimes I miss it and sometimes I don't. It is a world away, 8,000 miles or so by my estimation, but even the structures that would send me there are gone from my life now, and now, I go back to looking at beauty, and making sense of the world.
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