~ a poem about experience.

Gaze upon me
And what do we see?

A lank, a jester, a stranger
Walking questions
Building & burning a mortal coil

Yet, worlds are built into this frame.

These soles have crossed between dimensions
These hands have cut down demons & dragons
These eyes have seen things you cannot imagine

My spirit is unbreakable
Even whenI die
My body will plant seeds. ~



~ I have an artistic way of looking at the world.

Recently, I’ve been thinking about art, and the fact that there are so many … good pieces of it. I would go as far as to say we are living in a Golden Age of art. And I don’t mean the 2010s or 2020s or whatever, I mean the 20th and 21st centuries. So much great cinema, the invention of TV and new modes of writing and production, rise of animation and evolution of on-screen acting, the creation of video gaming technology and fresh forms of storytelling style.

It’s all here for us to experience and be inspired by.

Read full: https://thresholds-of-transformation.blog/2022/10/23/polymerization/

~ Altogether, this is the visual polymerization of my unconscious mind, the cloverleaf crossway of my personal taste in the artistic: