· Here is the secret teaching which was never taught, the secret language never spoken, the dying thing that kept its form, the sacred riddles lost in sand: O be a thread to all the time In cycles of ascending suns ·
I will publish here my Art—most of which will be poetry & prose, although I occasionally work with Photoshop or MS-Paint to arrive at some semblance of an “Artistic Touch”. Much of this is pure experimentation, and used similar to prayers or mantras—such is the keen attention I give to my writing in the Before & After process. One has to find one’s space within the world of art … and within the “outside world“. I do not care for attention or fame or recognition on either of those ends; however, I do believe I have found my place within the annals of history, relating to the adroitness and intuition of my art. Also, from external layers or burdensome material I have delivered myself: such is the ways of mysticism within art; the burning and the burnt. My work will always be here, and surpassing itself, for I give enough spiritual energy and otherwise to alter all history, public and private.
One may call me an explorer of the visual-artistic realms, with a hi-tech approach to language propogation … a “reporter” on the Apocalypse we are currently undergoing.