Mathew Reed
Profile
- Name
- Mathew Reed
- Age
- 24
- City
- Lake Macquarie
- Country
- Australia
- Joined
- Aug 2007
Narrative.
Allegoric.
Expressionistic.
Surrealistic.
Eclectic.
Raw.
Dark.
Cartoon like.
Drawing.
Photography.
Groups
Mathew Reed hosts Alternative Process Photography and is a member of Amateur Photographers' Association, Australian Bush and Rainforest Photography, Beginner's Expressions, Black and White Photography, Compassion, Courage & Friendship, Emotive Photography - Not Happy Campers, Equine Art and Photography, friends of redbubble, Gay Themed Art and Writing, Out of the Blue, Pencil Drawing, People and Portraiture Photography, Petshop CS2, Self as Other, Sepia-Toned, Something To Say, The Artistic Nude, The Drawing Board, The Fine Art of Photography, The Male Nude, The Patchwork , The Sculptinators and Videogame Lovers.
Journal Entries
I'm intrigued by astrology
Posted 5 days ago, 2 comments so far.
Arrrgh!
Posted 14 days ago, 9 comments so far.
Relationships
Posted 26 days ago, 2 comments so far.
Newspaper x 2
Posted about 1 month ago, 4 comments so far.
The Newspaper :O
Posted about 1 month ago, 12 comments so far.
Newcastle Emerging Artist Prize
Posted 2 months ago, 8 comments so far.
Exhibited
Posted 10 months ago.
Art
Writings
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…
