Robert Knapman


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Robert Knapman
City: Sydney
Country: Australia
Joined: May 2007

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Many thanks
Robert

Life is meant to be journeyed and that’s exactly what I intend to do

robjaykay@gmail.com

All writing and photographs in this portfolio are copyrighted and owned by the writer / artist, Robert Knapman. Any reproduction, modification, publication, or transmission of any of the content for personal or commercial use, whether in whole or in part, without written permission from the artist is prohibited. All rights reserved.

I am a trained graphic artist and work professionally in the Social Services.

Photography & poetry are my portals, muse, ballance and inspiration.

The Johnny and Dave series
Portraits
Abstracts
Gay

Journal Entries

New Diversity Art Store Opens

Posted 4 months ago, 10 comments so far.

A time of gratutude.

Posted 4 months ago.

Where is everyone?

Posted 4 months ago, 50 comments so far.

Johnny and Dave on exhibit - Sydney

Posted 4 months ago, 7 comments so far.

Addressing the balance - The US takes a stand as the world begins to wake up.

Posted 4 months ago, 32 comments so far.

Homophobia anyone? Go here....

Posted 5 months ago, 24 comments so far.

INVITATION TO YOU ALL

Posted 5 months ago, 20 comments so far.

This will make you smile......

Posted 6 months ago, 4 comments so far.

An emotional avalanche

Posted 6 months ago, 24 comments so far.

Published!...we have Spunk

Posted 8 months ago, 10 comments so far.

Writing

Till its bleeding crack dries

So he strips himself raw / Shredded and licked by a Maralinga sun / Like his naked skin mattered

The Arrogance of Poets

Clean fresh sheets / Make the arrogance of poets / Melt / Into cool clear whiteness

Love...like Ice in a Summer Heat Wave

Love / Always took me by surprise / Left me melted on the kitchen floor / Like ice on my back in a heat wave

The New Moon

The new moon / Just made a pass at me

Self-Indulgent Sunday

She wishes she were a simple and fatalistic fish and finds herself deciding to go outside to flop around in the delicately scented sun garden.

Moist and Dry Desert Love

Your loves slides moist / Down the creases of my back / To where I catch it gently / Just before it trickle spills over / And falls

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