Ars Gratia Artis

Something that's been bothering me lately is the tendency of others to always make art about money. Before I go any further, I want to clearly state that I'm absolutely in favor of artists of all mediums being compensated fairly for their work, and that the above statement is relevant to a specific phenomenon I've... Continue Reading →

Of Prometheus

The deepest hours of night pale in comparison to the abyssal depths of the artistic mind--a place where things unsafe and unmeant to be lurk waiting to be given life, shades of the horrors of Man that fortunately find little more than glimpses of life as a sparks extinguished as rapidly as they ignite. And... Continue Reading →

Sonnet VI

But for the soulless spirit I pour out, there’s only now the faded blood stained page, a work of fire that offers only doubt, in motion on an empty unlit stage. And when the music rises with the lights and waiting players silent take their mark, I pray a simple whisper in the night that... Continue Reading →

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