Suffering is so real & I walk amongst so many who have no idea how much my soul is aching to be healed.
My reality isn't as gracious as it used to be, so I create things that are.
I create beautiful art, so I can look back on the life my body fell short of in such a way that it brings me peace.
Art is my cure to all this madness, sadness and loss of belonging in the world & through it I'll walk myself home.
― quotations by Nikki Rowe
Favourite Visual Artist
Jonathan Earl Bowser
Favourite Movies
Classics from 40s, 50s, 60s, also the old musicals
Favourite TV Shows
Supernatural, Supergirl, The Flash, Arrow, BBC, nature shows
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Bluegrass music, Southern gospel, Celtic / Irish
Favourite Books
Anything old, dusty and classic!
Favourite Writers
Charles Dickens, the Bronte sisters, Jane Austen
Favourite Gaming Platform
Terra firma!
Tools of the Trade
Two small digital cameras; Paint Shop Pro 7 & many filters (such as Topaz Adjust); also the Gimp. As for software, I use Mandelbulb 3D, Fractal Explorer, and Jux2.1.
Other Interests
my precious kitty Fluffy - walking and hiking - gardening - music and voice
Post Spotlight
When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted by WildWanderinGirl, journal
When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted
Rudyard Kipling 1892 L'Envoi To "The Seven Seas" When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it -- lie down for an aeon or two, Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall put us to work anew. And those that were good shall be happy; they shall sit in a golden chair; They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comets' hair. They shall find real saints to draw from -- Magdalene, Peter, and Paul; They shall work for an age at a sitting and never be tired at all! And only The Master shall praise us, and only The Master shall blame; And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame, But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star, Will draw the thing as he sees it, for the God of things as they are!