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“Another dimension” self portrait sumi ink and micron based off of my modeling work with @kupkaphoto which you can see on his page or @hot_bev my modeling page
Colored in my ink sketch from a few posts ago. Trying to figure out more fun ways to show process shots. I thought making it look more like a sketchbook page might be cool.
Is this type of post interesting or too busy looking? Would an album post be better? ( I hate the little icon in the corner of album posts but that's just me being coo-coo crazy )
Spirited away on these wings of these dreams, of these hopes of the future, of these thoughts when I'm alone.
Spirited away by rhyming sentences, by the artist's masterpieces, by the mind of a writer.
Spirited away through the sound of silence, through the mind's own absence, through the loss of sight.
Spirited away by the notes they sing, by the beat that hits, by dancing feet.
Spirited away at the punchline, as a plot twists, not at the end.
Spirited away: "Oh that's a beautiful cat; wow, this song is deep; damn, that flow is sick." Spirited away when I grasp my ignorance. there's so much left to learn. Isn't that exciting?
Spirited away with stories to tell, voices to hear and people to see.
Spirited away, to write my wrongs, speak without my voice, in this no-time-zone. "Spirited away" describes the moment we fall asleep. Infinite space, the mind is free.
Spirited away, a feeling to feel, a feeling of bliss, a spirit at peace.
Spirited a way.
Spirite da way.
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“I keep finding myself, falling, for people I’ve never met. Children and elderly, boy and girl. I see them in photographs and memories, and walking by me. You see I think what’s happened is that I’ve learned to see. I’ve learned to see the souls the body encompasses, and when I see a picture its no longer a picture, but a moment captured on film, laughter stopped in session between two beautiful beings. And I catch myself smiling at these people I’ve never met.”
“It was the kind of place that made you want to look up, and admire the beauty only found when one put forth the extra effort of an extraordinary pause, heavenward, to see the patterned ceiling of Union Station.”