Lelia Thomas
Profile
I’m a 22-year-old American who is living down under in Melbourne, Victoria, Australia. I am a southerner by heritage (Mississippi-born) and moved to Melbourne from small-town Tennessee in mid-2006. (Yes, I do occasionally say “y’all.”) I’m an artist and writer, and I’m interested in new media in education. Politically speaking, I’m libertarian, and I am morally suspect when it comes to my sense of humor.
As of this year, I have finished my studies at Swinburne University of Technology. Barring anything going absurdly wrong, this will give me a bachelor’s degree in multimedia and media studies. In it, I focused on media theory, network (Internet) sociology, creative writing and design. In other words, I paid an exorbitant amount to do what I was already doing. From my understanding, this tends to be the essence of tertiary education.
I am engaged to an awesome, geeky Australian programmer, Andrew, who I met at paintball (yes, paintball) in 2007. We will move to the Las Vegas, Nevada area in late 2009, get hitched sans Elvis, and begin a late-to-bed-late-to-rise lifestyle of freelancing web development (him) and design (me). If you’re from the Vegas area and would like to meet up sometime when we get there, send me some bubble mail or drop me a line through my website. We’re friendly Internet folk.
Groups
Lelia Thomas is a member of All Things Orange Artwork Gallery, Yellow Gallery, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Black and White Photography, Colour Me Vibrant Red!, Compassion, Courage & Friendship, Fabulous Flowers, Fantasy Art, Green!, Human and Nature, In the Pink 50% pink, Landscape Photography, Love & Romance , Masterpiece: Art, Melbourne & Victoria, PixElations - The Art of Photoshop, Promote Each Other, Sci Fi , Street Photography and Photojournalism, The Artistic Nude, The Fine Art of Photography, Web Design and WMG.
Journal Entries
Choosing Content for "What We're Made Of"
Posted about 1 year ago, 2 comments so far.
A Self-Publishing Adventure: What We're Made Of
Posted about 1 year ago, 1 comment so far.
My God.
Posted about 1 year ago, 3 comments so far.
I shot some people.
Posted about 1 year ago, 2 comments so far.
Discontinuation: Cactus Bed, Mountain Rise
Posted about 1 year ago.
Blue Light
Posted over 2 years ago, 8 comments so far.
When the Rain Fell
Posted over 2 years ago, 1 comment so far.
Psyched. :D
Posted over 2 years ago, 3 comments so far.
The Sad Clown
Posted over 2 years ago.
Faded Stars and Stripes
Posted over 3 years ago, 7 comments so far.
Art
Writing
Night Dancing
The city slumbers / Beneath a glow of artificial light, / A fluorescent buzz and tick. / In the cold-dead night.
The Bedroom Window
I write and sketch in this book, / Looking for reason where there is none / And wondering at the clock’s ticking hands.
Second Avenue
Stand in wait of Generosity, / While jobs and cars pass him by, / In an endless cycle of tramping / With a secret itch beneath shirt sleeves.
Present Becomes Past
Time does give way, / And life, so fleeting, does not last. / The days and years no more than seconds— / And present, so quickly, becomes the past.
Aria
I see him as no other among men, / His heart’s passion vibrant against all eclipses— / The lines written on his soul, like words of a book, / And I must shade my eyes to take my glimpses.
Rath de Cion
May no harm touch neither home nor hearth, / And Great Light to you remain gleaming. / Where angels stand at your right, / While joys here are teeming.
