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I find inspiration in the natural world and am interested in living in closer coordination to that which is moving, ecstatic and pure. I am needing to reconnect with my poetic self and seek the community of others artists who strive to live their art,

“Memory, prophecy and fantasy
the past, the future and
the dreaming moment between
are all one country,
living one immortal day.

To know that is Wisdom.

To use it is the Art. – Clive Barker

  • Joined: July 2010

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