For those who have asked about the possibilities of manipulating images, here's one I did earlier!(Scroll down to see the original.)
The moon petals the sea. Rose petals the sea. Stone sea. Stone petals. Rose petals of stone. Stone rising before me. Sea moves. How moves...
extract from the poem Koi by John Burnside All afternoon we've wandered from the pool to alpine beds and roses ...
Hello everyone who follows David King (My Father). On behalf of the family this post is to let you know that Dad sadly passed away, peacefu...
It all depends, you see, how you go about it. And that I cannot tell you, for that will be dictated by you and by you knowing your friends...
What makes us suppose that only the living grieve? Now all but lost in this new and familiar world of tall, leaning-together buildings...
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Interesting. Looks a little like a kaleidoscope!
This is so KOOL!
Hi Dave this is a very haunting piece. I thinks its the "eyes"
Fascinating vision. It has a certain Salvidor Dali feel to it. I like it alot!
I agree with the Dalí comment and I also see a bit of Yves Tanguy in there.
Okay, you're scaring me. How did you get this peek inside my head?
I always knew someone was coming to get me. You've confirmed it.
Great work Dave, congratulations!
Yes, has something in common with it.
I'm an eye man!
Bagman and Butler
And I like that comment a lot! Thanks.
High praise indeed. Much chuffed!
Reading your comments and your blog, I guess!
So how do you feel about that?
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