Friday, November 16, 2007

Poetic Latitude


I sit in my room
Enclosed in barren walls
A look through the window
And I see the fall.

I hear the hum of breeze
Playful winds whistling through the trees
All that beauty nature can speak
Seen through a wall with one glossy sheet.

I turn around and see the wall
An abyss of silence fills me with gall
I lift my brush in muted violence
And paint them all to cease that silence.

I sit in my room
Enclosed in motley walls
Gazing at those alluring creations
Ignites an unbridled sense of awe!

Friday, November 2, 2007

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Strokes Of Creativity

An evolution in art form, childhood to present.

Digitizing Art

A new dimension in the skill of art.


Framing transitory presence.