This piece is being entered into the Apophysis Group's WTC #13 [link] , representing neon gas, which is the gas used to light neon signs.
This is the first of two color schemes I'm using on this piece, for two reasons. 1) I truly can't decide which looks better, and 2) This version carries a special meaning to me (read below).
More importantly, I present this piece in honor of my childhood friend and cousin, Brent Garrett...who died unexpectedly this past weekend.
Brent (along with his sister Tera, and our cousin Suzy) was a bright light in almost every happy childhood memory that I have. In a world where 95% of the kids in my area were white and picked on or shunned me, it's ironic that Brent and his sister, two black kids, accepted me as their friend so easily and spent so many wonderful times together with me.
Because of some private issues, we lost contact over the years, and many times I've thought of him and hoped that we would get together again one day, talk about the fun times, and be close again.
We got a call from family that he died this last weekend, and all those hopes died with him.
Turns out, though...that just recently he HAD been in contact with some family, found a nice woman and a job. What cruel irony life is, that he should be taken from us now, just when he was coming back into our lives.
I present this piece in honor of the Brent that I knew, and the Brent that he recently became. At his best, I've never known anyone more accepting and fun loving than Brent...and that is how I will remember him.
If I were the fractal gallery director, this piece would be king. But alas, I'm not, and I can only press the fav button once. I can't stop staring at it, and knowing what emotion you put into its presentation makes it even more beautiful.
Would you happen to have this in a larger desktop-friendly version?
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Writing and art are like prostitution. First you do it for love, and then for a few close friends, and finally for money. Founder of the #Anthro-Alliance
I'd be very appreciative if you could; my desktop is 1280 x 1024. It's very kind of you to render this again!
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Writing and art are like prostitution. First you do it for love, and then for a few close friends, and finally for money. Founder of the #Anthro-Alliance
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.. and without you is how i disappear
and live my life alone forever now... (MyChemicalRomance)
.. believe, believe in me, believe ... (SmashingPumpkins)
.. and into skies of enlightened-poets [link]
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Looking through the eyes, and into the soul. My eyes peirce inwards, and see your frailities, admire your strengths.
Would you happen to have this in a larger desktop-friendly version?
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Writing and art are like prostitution. First you do it for love, and then for a few close friends, and finally for money.
Founder of the #Anthro-Alliance
Thank you kindly for your wonderful comments
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Writing and art are like prostitution. First you do it for love, and then for a few close friends, and finally for money.
Founder of the #Anthro-Alliance
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I hold my head up just enough to see the sky...
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"A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on"-
William S. Burroughs
*TheExquisiteCorpse