I tripped and fell. Did I fall?What I want to feel, I want to feel it now
You know, with love comes strange currencies
And here is my appeal:
I need a chance, a second chance, a third chance, a fourth chance
A word, a signal, a nod, a little breath
Just to fool myself
To catch myself
To make it real
Real
from Strange Currencies, R.E.M.
10 comments:
I am not having much fun with the latest Apophysis. This is an old one with new gradients. And a different meaning from the original one, not entirely what the lyrics imply. This one will remain an enigma. What does it say to you?
Life is a circle, but not just a circle. It is ever expanding, never staying in one place long, with offshoots that continue to circle round the main. Love it and the color.
I like that thought...ever expanding, with offshoots, never staying in one place. That sounds so good.
Very nice...
Both the art and the words.
Take Care
Michael
Very interesting image! The first thing that came into my mind when I saw it was that it was a sort of ouroboros, but with many, many more aspects than just the single one. Great!
Sorry to hear you are not enjoying the current version of Apo :( Keep at it though, its one of those things that gets better with practice.
Looks like the internal gear for an Hynerian Hopper found in the junkyards south of Rog's dad's ranch. Not sure it is still functional but it sure does look pretty.
Hugs and kisses. Be patient with 2.04. I know it is only a matter of time before you start producing works of stunning beauty. :-)
As usual, I am very impressed with what you turn out! My first impression was of a Moebius Strip that had exploded into three dimensions (so, my brain works screwy sometimes!). The colour is what caught me the most...it's so soft and comforting.
It's so soft looking. Sort of like something that was once functional and now is worn and frayed to softness. In a comforting sort of way. Like an old teddy bear or blanket. It looks different to me today than it did when I posted it.
I guess I feel comforted. My doctor surprised me today & took a bold assertive stance to push the neurologist see me before January 5th. (there's only one neurologist left I can see & that was the earliest opening they had.) She sounded so very determined, like she was going to get me in, regardless and ASAP.
I feel relieved. I have been frightened. My arms have not been working. Literally. That is scary. Off and on but now more often than not. Have to prop my arms to type. No more sketching. For now, I tell myself.
Tomorrow's another day. And my doctor is going to get me to a neurologist. What a pistol that little woman is.
You are indeed the fractal master. This one caught my eye as something in space that is so beautiful that one must go toward it without impunity.
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