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In Time wounds heal but scars still remain
Like stains on white scarves.
Carved in deep, ’til you weep from the pain
Insane is the man who leaps off the ledge.
On the edge of existence, persistence to be pledged.
Thoughts become universal as they project through closed minds.
Reversal of the soul then injects resurrection.
Perception of perseverance gives clearance to the mind
To continue and adapt to the wounds in adherence with time.
So goes on the cycle.
All rivals await you arrival.
Antagonistic anarchists curse your survival.
Lovers tear you hear apart;
Eros’ arrows are now scarring darts,
Piercing through tough skin,
knocking you back to the start.
Friends become foes,source of all your woes.
Love them tender anyways.
Kill them with kindness blows.
Its tough though,these snakes bite slow.
Much like my insight ignites the night glow.
Wisdom of a sage, these words hide the rage caged in a maze.
Amazed you read this; my words imagery invokes wizardry like a mage.
Burn this page in a spiritual ritual,
let the angels visit you.
then accept life with these habitual visuals.
Read each line;
let our minds become in synch.
Linked for a spare moment
all thoughts that you think.
you are now on its brink.
Open up your mind and let your soul sink.
There is a black hole inside your soul much like there was in mine
but deep within this dimension of time there shines a light;
a star from deep within my mind
past, present and future is all one.
My world now – it all seems divine
for I am a starchild, my dear,
the universe i drink like wine.
she is so fine.
Slowly this eighth light of mine moves too far for you to see.
or is it perhaps that you are slowly moving away from me.
This black hole was once a living star that shined bright and free
and now it feels like a void,avoiding any chance for you to be
a living breathing star like me.
but soon like the phoenix from its ash,this black hole will be of the past
and a star will be born again, in the center of your soul.
And I hope this time it will last.
But think fast, my dear.
I will be watching from afar and within
such am I.
1 and All.
I still question: what are you?
The Ghost of A Star, Skewed from my view
I’m so tired.
Tired of walking this road in a labyrinth of Daedalus,
each turn leads nowhere but back to the begining;
To the start in my heart.
I am sinning.
I am Icarus.
These wings of feathers and wax,
my only escape.
I wear them like a cape,
imagining myself now to be a superhero.
I fear no thought of death,
for this labyrinth is death.
I feel dead here, as much as the dead can feel.
These wings are taped to my back.
These wings of feathers and wax.
Too high and the Son
will burn my wings and melt the wax.
For I am no longer an angel,
as my wings have been clipped at birth
He feels this is blasphemy.
Too low and the ocean will swallow me
I wallow in my thoughts for a moment.
I care no longer of what is to come
I must fly.
Not too low and not too high.
I run and leap out of this maze
I weep with joy and I fly amazed.
How grand this moment is.
20 minutes past 4.
How grand this moment is.
I laugh at each turn,
higher and higher I go.
Until my feathers begin to burn.
Higher and Higher I continue to go.
The wax scorching my back
The pain becomes my pleasure
Higher and I Higher I continue to go.
Until I realize I have no wings.
I was flying without them.
But now reality has sunk in.
I am truly fucked.
Gliding towards the grand sea.
Riding the clouds towards destiny
Laughing all the way,
for I was happy and free for a moment.
That is all that mattered.
Into the sea I go.
I am swallowed whole.
why cant i help this?
this feeling of inevitable doom.
i try so hard to shake this
feelings so regrettable and unforgettable too.
I wish you would notice.
notice me falling fast away from you.
now its so hard to focus
blinded by the love lost in my thoughts of you.
And just across the horizon
within a fog watching the clouds at dusk with you,
I contemplate fading out
to black because the fact is the world is cruel
so i look beyond it
seeking solace from any malice in a golden rule
trying to be a hero
after being a such a villain, willing to try something new.
And I hope you appreciate
that God has probably punished me for what I did to you.
Funny thing about it is
my heart has been torn apart so my view is askew.
perhaps these notions are bogus
perhaps in a universe parallel none of it is true.
or perhaps in one kiss
such bliss would seem too abysmal for me to subdue
or even perhaps still
this uncertain future of ours will soon become unglued
but as I now write this
with a pensive pen, trying so hard to construe.
I hold back nothing
nothing left to hold but myself thanks to you.
my mind is a canvas
in it I painted a mural of acrylic for you
when it rains I’m dancing
watching the paint melt so I can start anew
but slowly I’m losing it,
these vented feelings have now sought refuge
but slowly I’m losing it,
my beauty is fading waiting for this to ensue
now i feel so ugly
hiding in a tower, powerless and in solitude,
because now I feel nothing
apathy is my friend as I fall out of love with you.
yes my dear,
I’m now falling out of love with you.
it’s sad but be glad
I’m finally falling out of love with you.
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Valentina Mimosa is a 5’4 blonde model from Miami, Florida. We met a while back at a show at R Wynwood. She was getting body painted and soon our first collaboration was me body painting her. I called the series “Mermaid in Ft.Lauderdale”
This time around I asked her to model as Alice to promote my series of Print On Demand items of my long lost painting “Wonderland”
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Alice and The Cheshire Cat
In this set of photos, Alice is in a bedroom when suddenly she is visited by our Cheshire Cat … Neo. Neo is my roommates black cat. He reminds me of my lost black cat Lestat who for a bit of time was my little muse for a few paintings such as Beautiful Black Pussycat
Alice in the Wonderland Park
After the Cheshire cat set, Mimosa and I decided to go to a nearby park in Boca Raton. It was a beautiful small spot. The weather was pretty ok for having rained for a few days prior the shoot. This was during the Golden Hour and this is the rabbit hole we went down …
Alice in Studioland
At last, Mimosa and I went to my art studio at Zero Empty Spaces Boca. (Come Visit Us). Here we shot this final set where she also modeled recent resin art I have been working on.
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Julia Snowden is a 5’8 model from Ft Lauderdale, Florida. We’ve only spoken from Facebook, where I bless her timeline with countless dank dark memes and political commentary.
After sliding in her DM’s for months we finally set to get together for this shoot. It helped that she loved the theme of my painting “Cunning Linguist”
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Stella Mae is a 5’3 model from Tampa, Florida. She’s a little firecracker with a charming personality. We had a blast and quite an adventure for this shoot.
Let me tell you the story…
It was the day of the shoot at my art studio in Boca with Zero Empty Spaces, a local company that helps lease work space for artists. We arrive around 6pm. Normally around this time, the other artists would be gone. I tend to work late night, being a vampire, creature of the night and all.
However this night two artists were still there. We did our societal obligatory greetings and salutations, and proceeded towards my studio.
Stella seemed like my art. In fact she loved all the art in the studio. Her love for art is evident by the beautiful work that is done on the skin of her chest, thighs and ass.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” She asks, eager to get our shoot started. I tend to know what I am doing and didnt want her to do to much so I gave her the best assignment yet …
“You can roll a blunt”
Her smile was amazing.
I gave her the green and the blunt and she got to work.
I put on some music.
MF DOOM – ALL CAPS.
She rolled it up fast by the end of the song.
“I kind of want a cigarette” she tells me.
“Well how about we smoke some of that blunt first.”
“No, we can’t here. Let’s go to my car.”
“Can I charge my phone here?” she asks.
We plug her phone in. I leave my phone still running the music.
As we leave, only one artist remained and she seemed to be working on a piece, or perhaps that was just my memory.
“We’ll be back” I perhaps mumbled or muttered not loud enough.
We go to my car and light up. She tells me about herself and how much she loves florida, admiring the beauty of dusk in the sky.
As I begin to walk back I noticed the artist studio had gone dark. I had left my car door open so I knew I didnt need to bring my keys with me.
The last artist had left and locked the door.
Now we both stuck outside. No Phone. No Keys.
“Fuck!!!” I yell. I start to panic a bit but i settled fast.
“Ok let’s think about this”
“Let’s ask the sushi place.”
We go up to the host at Sushi Ray, which is next door to the studio.
“Bro, is there anyway I can use your phone to google a number?” I knew I had to get a hold of Zero Empty Spaces. I explained to him the predicament we were in.
“No, I can’t”
Can’t blame the distrust. Someone’s phone is like handing
I see the manager who I normally see and explain to him the sitatuation.
“Ask a security guard. They would have the keys.”
This was a great idea. We went to proceed towards the center of the plaza where we saw Valet.
We explain to them our situation. Among them was a customer who kept pointing out that I was maskless.
Dude. I am locked out of my fucking studio, I did not forsee the need for a mask being outside to smoke a cigarrette. I wanted to really let him know that, but I had no time to deal with idiots.
The valet guys got a hold of Security. Turns out Security does NOT have the keys. She was a cool security guard though. Despite us panicking at first she helped us deal with it and helped us get a hold of Zero Empty Spaces who in turn got a hold of the last artist to leave and come back to let us in.
I felt bad she had to drive all the way back as soon as she just got home, but I am very appreciative.
We lost two hours in the ordeal but we finally got through it.
I hope you enjoy this set of photos, knowing what we went through to bring it to you.
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