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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature
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Gaudium et dolorem.


Favourite Visual Artist
Pieter Bruegel the Elder
Favourite Movies
Tim Burton and Turner Classic Movies
Favourite TV Shows
Spartacus, Game of Thrones
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Nine Inch Nails, The Smashing Pumpkins, 70s glam, 90s grunge
Favourite Books
Too many to list.
Favourite Writers
Edith Wharton, John Cheever.
Favourite Games
Castlevania, Zelda, EverQuest, Mass Effect, many more.
Favourite Gaming Platform
PC
Tools of the Trade
Macbook Pro

Donatello's David

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Donatello's David, unique among the renditions of the great masters of the Renaissance for its lithe form and feminine physique, conveys a sense of tragedy and heroism at the same time.  The tilted head, looking down, conveys a sadness, and yet the expression is one of triumph and knowledge.  The posture suggests security, yet the form itself is insecure, the figure barely appearing able to wield the responsibility it has been granted - the sword in hand is heavy and rests on the ground instead.  David stands in contemplation of a victory - and yet looks completely defeated, harmonious only in that awful contradiction.  He is art, pretentious
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Unlocking boxes and examining the contents within; there is only sentimentality and darkness.
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The Treasure Chest

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Deep inside my lake of buried memories, where the boxes are dropped with their stones and their locks, inside the cavernous emptiness of my mind's recesses, there is a memory that struggles to surface.  It bubbles up to the top, and the box, thick with dirt and grime, sludge from the bottom of the lake where it has lain for so long -- somehow the air trapped inside it still yet clung to life -- and I paddle out to collect it, and examine its contents. Here is what lies inside. I am in a bed, and I wake, and there are arms around me, they are trying to soothe me, and yet, I shake.  Like a pig running from imminent slaughter, I am terrified.
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I uploaded a piece of literature to my scraps ... now I can't see it.