Here lies shadows
of myself - some of which good, and some, not so good.
at one time in my life art served a way of able ot express my problems
and dire contraints of who I was. Most often it would portray
acts of agony and livid death - and although it helped to a degree,
it only helped for a small degree of my distress.
I've kept most of the work I had done, as a reminder to me and for others
to see, dispite my feelings at the time, my work was worth displaying,
and now i feel I can freely share that idea.
(This gallery is of a somber note, and thus the ambience here will remain that way.) |
To view works in the galleries, click on the shaded skulls - if you know your way around a webpage well, then ignore this - and move along. | Excuse me, but your still reading this - go on, view the galleries, (hello, maybe you'll like them and pay me) they might interest you, I can tell your that type. | Still, you sit here, glaring at these info boxes, are you that bored that they mean some significance to you? You "could" glance through the galleries, eh? | Once again, I find you staring off into the void of nothing - for the love of god, get with it and click on the bloody skulls.. ugh..Tourists |
Gallery of Somber Shadows |