Mathew Reed
Profile
Narrative.
Allegoric.
Expressionistic.
Surrealistic.
Eclectic.
Grunge.
Raw.
Dark.
Cartoon like.
Pop.
Drawing.
Photography.
Sculpture.
Groups
Mathew Reed is a member of "Real" Life Artwork (No Photography), All things Egyptian, Amateur Photographers' Association, Australian Bush ☼ (aspects of Landscapes - ie No Macros please!), Beginner's Expressions, Black and White Photography, Compassion, Courage & Friendship, Dirty Filthy Art: Charcoal, Equine Art and Photography, Fine Arts Influenced by Literature, Friends of RedBubble, Gay Men, Newcastle NSW, Lake Macquarie & Surrounding Region, Out of the Blue (75%+ Blue), Pencil Drawing (2 per 24 hrs), People and Portraiture Photography, Pets Are Us ~ 2 per day, PinHole Photography, Raw Art, Self as Other, Something To Say, The Artistic Nude, The Fine Art of Photography, The Grunge Art Gallery, The Male Nude, The Patchwork , Videogame Lovers and Wolves in Art.
Journal Entries
NEAP
Posted 5 months ago, 3 comments so far.
Planet? Schmanet, Janet!
Posted 6 months ago, 7 comments so far.
My poor inbox has eaten too much
Posted 8 months ago, 1 comment so far.
Early Morning Rumblings.
Posted 8 months ago, 6 comments so far.
Exhibited (Updated)
Posted 8 months ago.
Comments
Posted 9 months ago.
Today's recap, and I'll reply to comments tomorrow.
Posted 10 months ago, 2 comments so far.
The note I recieved today when picking up my work
Posted 11 months ago, 12 comments so far.
Prints
Posted 11 months ago.
A current and an upcoming exhibition
Posted 11 months ago, 2 comments so far.
Art
Writing
Therapeutic Butterfly
Therapeutic butterfly, / Floats gently by, / The sapphire soothing sky, / It looks so high, / You’re a dreamer, / Such a boozer, / (I want to see what you can see, / I want to be what you can be…
The Heir of Galada: Prologue: The Falling Sky on Caininia
The sky settled into its amber eveningwear. The city of Corran, silhouetted against the sky’s setting furnace, began to ignite and sparkle in an alluring array of prismatic colors. Each light re…
Beneath a Crimson Moon
Joey runs from the not so pleasant city, / Sick of the country and all its narrow tenets, / He sells his little body under neon lights, / And fills his little body with ill delights. A war rages ev…
Gospel
Untrue gospels, / With dogmatic nonsense, / You say that something is true, / But we can see that you have no proof. Crucify me, / But it’ll never change me, / I’ve learnt that there is…
Back to Back
Back to back, / We sleep with the grief, / Hounded by the sins I didn’t commit. / Eyes awake, / I turn burning holes, / Burning them right into our imagined wall. Why don’t you share it…
