The gypsy rebellion flower and another painting

Random flower:

Funky Painting:

Abandoned Train Station urban decay photography

Some of these are by my boyfriend and some are by me.....
We took them a while ago....

I just rediscovered them in my apature library 

                                           they go perfectly with a project I am working on

about time.

i like the idea of people using these images in their projects too

that way a world is built

that is bigger then one mind

and becomes more real

contact me for larger files if you wish.....

a painter, a dead king and an apple woman surreal poem

This is a work in progress
I would like it to flow a little better
but I do not quite know how yet
I think I just have to feel the rhythm again
of the boats in the ocean.....

a boat of a painter in

the middle of the sea

easel set up between

the benches, rocking

another bigger boat

with purple velvet benches

cradling a dead king

and the offerings left to him 

hits the boat and the painter straggles the two

paint brush dripping on dead lips

and he reaches

he takes

hungary

beaten by the sun 

slipping, he falls smudging faces all kiss kiss

boats float

away and the green apples in his arms drop

in the water a

woman walks onto the canvas and curls

inside the core

like a worm

Illustrated poem surreal soldier memory story from old diary

a page from an old diary i found at a flea market

and modified by my eye disc......

dali day, lays a lily at a grave. the spanish moss hides his row boat made of drift wood.

women wash their clothes in the large shadow of this man. Dali day had been following his wounded friend to this place, begging him to let him treat the wounds. the grave is fresh, the man had been riddled with shrapnel and had walked miles into the jungle from the desert. each step he took was followed by a puff of sand trailing behind him in the wake of his gas mask.

the women shaved their legs down by the river where they keep glass orbs of florescent pink and gold leaf in a garden. The garden is one of mushrooms cascading over canteens, casks and AK47’s. 

their spore umbrellas spiral around iridescent tubes. conk shells hang from weeping branches clinking against grenade shells. a tiny stream houses jelly fish who float over sparkly lace filigree. there is a stone bench cracked in half held together by rose briar. the dali soldier slumps on it’s seat of carved stone wings and cries with his head heavy. the glass sculptures emit a smoky perfume that relaxes him. dali day’s boat is untied by the women and sent drifting out to sea.