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Discussion Topic: Charles Alexander Moffat |
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 Damious |
01-18-2004 @ 4:16 AM |
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his art is very...unusiual. or rather..different. i think alot of us could find meaning in one of his paintings. i personaly love this one. reminds me of someone a long time ago.
http://www.lilithgallery.com/gallery/images/theglancing-charlesmoffat-1998.jpg
Lay beside me, under wicked sky
The black of day, dark of night, we share this paralyze,
The door cracks open, but there's no sun shining through
Black heart scarring darker still, but there's no sun shining through
there's no sun shining through
This message was edited by Damious on 1-21-04 @ 5:09 AM
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| Shadows |
01-18-2004 @ 7:49 AM |
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Very interesting Damious...i like it.
~Miya~
Embrace the darkness and banish the light.
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| Seeker |
01-18-2004 @ 11:21 AM |
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Not quite my favorite, but good anyways...
Victoria van Dyke is quite disturbing in the same gallery... There something beatiful yet, gore when you think of it...
Those who look for the monsters should beware not to become monsters by thy selfs...
-Nietszhe
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| Michael |
01-18-2004 @ 5:31 PM |
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Damious,
It reminds me in many ways of a reality I can only begin to comprehend in dreams... A reality where I am someone else, and yet the very same.... I feel at home in the house of a stranger..
Sorry, my descriptions don't make much sense, do they?
Thanks for your time,
-Michael
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| Damious |
01-21-2004 @ 5:10 AM |
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well. im galde you at least liked his work. many around here find him... to adverse.
Michael,
it make alot of sense actualy. there are times when things seem at there worse when really there fine. or when you wish you were somewere else or someone else when you love who and what you are in the first place, when things are what there not. or something to the extent. when you want something you dont and dont realize it, or at least thats what your words say to me.
Lay beside me, under wicked sky
The black of day, dark of night, we share this paralyze,
The door cracks open, but there's no sun shining through
Black heart scarring darker still, but there's no sun shining through
there's no sun shining through
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