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The Shadow of Death by Blackbirdmotel, visual art

Artist // Professional // Traditional Art
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My Bio
For many years, I have wanted to be an abstract expressionist painter like Lee Krasner and Willem deKooning. I like the energy and the force of color and line and motion. It takes a great deal of courage to do this and I greatly admire those who have that courage and spirit. Still, I find myself returning to the figure time and time again. There is something comforting and familiar about it. Skulls and skeletons are the basic framework of life and their design is appealing to me. I also love the magic of light and shadow in a quiet still life illuminated by candlelight.

Favourite Visual Artist
Edvard Munch
Favourite Movies
Donnie Darko, Patterson (Poetry and bull dogs don't mix)
Favourite TV Shows
The Walking Dead, M*A*S*H, Mad Men
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Bauhaus, The Cosmic Dead, The Beatles
Favourite Books
Looking for Alaska, The Things They Carried, Speak
Favourite Writers
Stephen King, Joyce Carol Oates, H.P. Lovecraft
Favourite Games
none
Favourite Gaming Platform
none
Tools of the Trade
pen and ink, oil and acrylic, paper and scissors
Other Interests
anthropology, entomology, photography, poetry, bull dogs
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Recently, I bought a book on abstract painting and studied it and spent a week watching tutorials on You-tube and then, I thought, "I'm ready to really paint!" I gessoed some cardboard and started painting. Somewhere along the way, my parasitic twin took over and started painting monsters. I tried to fight it for a while because I really wanted to paint those feel-good happy paintings in the book but finally, I just let it take over. My parasitic twin has very different ideas about what expressionism is.
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I dreamed I made these two beautiful snow people, a man and a woman. I don't even know how I did it because I'm not gifted in snow sculpture like my Uncle Bill was. These cold figures were so life-like that when the weather started to warm and they began to melt, it made me so sad that I had to leave because I couldn't stand to watch them die. I went inside my grandparents' house although it didn't feel like their house. Their cat was still there, peeking around the corner of a wardrobe I don't remember ever seeing. I was dying to know what was inside, so I waited until they were asleep and the cat, "Dammit", and I opened the wardrobe. It was crammed full of old clothes but I found my old clown doll in there, and another, and another, each darker and scarier than the last, until they were all out. I couldn't get them back in and I didn't know what I was going to tell my grandparents. They'd know I was looking in the wardrobe and found these awful things. Don't know why I was
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Each night I watch the moon rise from behind the trees with loving eyes, as though I am giving birth to it and it to me. I shake off the malaise of the daytime as a wolf shakes rain from its coat. There is life beneath it all and I follow it across the sleeping landscape, pursuing it like a rabbit, darting in and out of the shadows. It eludes me but I follow it, anyway. I love the mystery of the shadows and long to know their secrets. They never yield their hidden wisdom to me but I love them, anyway. I love the way fragile pale mushrooms with long, translucent stems peek out from the roots of ancient oaks, sheltered and protected from the blistering realities of harsh daylight, yet, daring to glimpse its beauty from the safety of the arms pf a lover. I love the howl of a lonely dog in the night or the cry of the coyote. Sometimes, the night answers with the chorus of other lonely souls, separated from the pack. I love the way the moon watches over and protects her
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From time to time I look at your works, you have an impressive talent, and your drawings have undoubted artistic value, but I cannot afford to fav them because this is too heavy karma for me.

I appreciate your interest. I am continuing to work toward an impossible goal.

Love your work

Thank you kindly.

your work is incredible

Nice. I like that color scheme.