This page is dedicated to my love of the arts in its various forms. I enjoy expressing myself through different mediums, one being photography.
In this section you will find a collection of visual art that I designed, or that have inspired me.
Grace me with your presence, as new material will be added in time.
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Deep is the sorrow that draws all in its wake.
Lifeless is the air that smothers me in its dark embrace.
Cool is the breath that curls along my spine.
Dead is the hearth that remains without flame.
Can you hear, my love, my heart whispering your name
Across the unfathomable depths of the dismal abyss that separates us?
Long have I desired to hear the thread of your footsteps near me,
Come to close the gap of eternity.
Beyond time and beyond age,
You will forever remain, my dear,
Locked in my heart’s loving embrace.
“The abnormal always excites aversion, distrust and fear.”
I buried my faith in a bouquet of hope,
Titillating my senses with a promise of light.
I felt the scented silk brushing my lips,
and my mouth watered with desire for more.
Come as you may, and vanish as you please,
For it is the scent of the blooms that lingers and fades,
In the memory of your embrace.
Architect of my mind,
Companion of my nights,
Holder of wisdom
And bearer of truths,
You will forever be by my side,
Whispering in my ear,
Fuelling my dreams,
And sparking the flame that ignites
My soul from within.
Fall. My favourite season. There is something about it that captivates me. The cooler weather, the rich hues, the bounty of the harvests. If only winter did not follow and linger on for months on end.
A sad heart
Does not harbour expectations,
For the sorrow of years passed has left scars in its wake
That never quite heal.
A humble heart
Knows little pain
For it is driven by
The littlest of needs.
A passionate heart
Knows no boundaries,
For it yearns for its needs
Like a lover for love.
Harbingers of change
Keepers of secrets.
Hallowed mystery engraved within stones,
That confer no right,
Odin’s eye may see what
Freyja’s lips may speak;
Reveal what Frigg, in her wisdom, may keep.
Unfold your secrets,
Speak of dreams,
Say no evil,
But hold promises of hope.
The secrets of self
do not lay within the realm of
Within the shadowy depths of the mind.
Listen to the flutters
Of your soul’s heart,
Abated and undermined by
Reality’s lashing hand.
Listen, and you will find
What you so desperately seek.
Listen, and you will find yourself.