etamnanki

I heard a slight murmur in the wind...A voice from a distant memory, a faded dream. It spoke of a dormant rage... A hidden desire... And a stolen moment.I grasped the words suspended in the mist...A song drenched with the melody of silence. Forever seeking the nameless answers... To questions unheard... And pleas unspoken.The secrets that I longed for lurked beneath the murky surface... With unwelcoming faces and ghastly visages, They mocked my every attempt to reach them. The sickly and grimy pool that they swam in reeked of an unspeakable stench, Bubbling up with a diseased miasma that corrupted all that it touched, Their drowned cacklin...

The dying light of today's winter sunset danced with a million different hues and colors as it filtered itself through the withered branches of those forests frozen in time. As I stood in the bitter cold, ice gripping my toes and air chilling my breath as it flowed through my lungs, I caught myself stuck within a contemplative haze... Which is when I realized that it had been a great many days since I had actually reflected thoroughly upon my thoughts to the point of displaying them before me and deliberating on their significance and their nature. Nor had I taken the opportunity to exercise the art of writing... and dive deeply into the t...

Alright... so this is something that I definitely *do not* do very often, but given the circumstances, it offers a bit of incentive to get working on my own artwork... which, I am very sorry to say, I have not been doing as much as I should.Anyway, here's what needs to be done. The idea is that I feature here the first 15 people to comment on this journal and put up their avatar/site along with the 3 pieces of artwork of my choosing from their gallery. The only "catch", as it were, is that the person commenting must also make a journal very similar to this one in their own profile , thus perpetuating the cycle of showing 15 artists an...