Another fantastic piece.

One almost expects the two to start battling or feasting upon each other, so strong is the sense of conflict.

I don't know whether it's intended, but the accompanying comment seems to allude to the rage created by our modern society and the hold that things like religion have over our lives, despite the fact religion has less meaning to many these days. As such, politics and religion, etcetera have permeated the ways that we as a species define ourselves, and yet, they constantly prove incapable of doing so. Maybe the rage is one of frustration, and born from a need for a new way.

Or that's my take on it at least

yeah that's one way to look at it (just finished a short poem about those things but I'm still working on the drawing/photo for it)
but here I intended to write about the creative frustrations, the impossibility to express myself, the feeling that my head's gonna blow up with so many ideas and so little time to do them, the consequences that my views of the world have on my life... however, as you said, I can feel a need for a new way but it's not a way for the many - it's just for me

as for the many... well, it takes time to change ways and societies are known for attenuating changes by opposing the momentum of all individuals to the idea induced by a few (unless it's something "cool" and easy to chew) - but it's more complicated than that I guess - I think the old generation is balancing the new one in good and bad ways and this balance stops us, as a civilization (or maybe that's a little too elevated for the pack of humans that we are) from doing really stupid things and really good things...

thanks a lot for the comment

My pleasure.

I may seem rather haughty in my stance, but I'm rather disenchanted with a lot of the work on here. So it's more than a little heartening when I discover the gallery of someone such as yourself who has a very definite grasp of art in it's more exalted sense, and isn't creating art for the sake of appealing to the masses.

In my own work, I attempt to put on display my world; or at least, a world I have created by syphoning off various elements of the world we live in. It is harder than many would believe to create art, and I feel that one must learn to tune the senses to a different frequency before art can be experienced as a mindset and a sensation, that liberates the individual from the norm, and imbues them with an ability to give images a voice as terrible as thunder or as gentle as a whisper. I am more than happy to have discovered someone who wishes to show their world with as much thought as you do. I find stereotypes to be rather limiting, and damaging to how we define ourselves, but they abound on here like free-roaming cattle. Much as mankind feasts on these simple herbivores, so it is my goal to devour stereotypes and bring about some sort of change in the minds of (at least a few) people. And maybe I am jumping the gun here, but it seems to be something you wish to do as well.


While hopefully not sounding too sycophantic, I liken a body of work such as yours to be like a bar of very pure chocolate. As it is imperative that it be consumed in small nibbles and bites. One can't take it all in at once, and should it be attempted, true satisfaction would not be attained. I guess I also want to drag the pleasure out as long as I can, because I know that I will only happen across work of such calibre once in every while.

Incidentally, and it may prove to be of little consequence as I do not appear to be too 'cool' in the eyes of many on here ("she writes long, detailed explanations of her work. What the f**k!"), but would you mind if I added you to a list of artists I'd recommend others to see. I doubt it will boost your pageviews by any great number, but I'd like to point people in the direction of what I consider to be art.


Many thanks

H.J. Valdi

i love the concept of this.

I tend to agree with you on the things you talk about.
I'm glad you thought of adding me to your list of artists. Very much appreciated.

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