Thursday, July 14, 2011
If idiocy could be apocalyptic...
With the advent of the haze and the ominous rallies, I had to clear my mind and what better way to do that then to go artblog hunting to collect rarified gems of pure visual indulgence?
From that cloud, number nine, Danger starts the sharp incline, And such sad regrets, Oh as those starry skies, As they swiftly fall. Tendrils of Smoke & Ochre. A Chalice of Wanderlust. Art made Fluid and Mobile. Go on take a peak through the crack in the Door of My Life...I Dare You.