MisterRobinson
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In the face of placing my art work up for view, there is not much to tell. Lets say I have a life of adventure, where I have the tasted the marrow in the bones.
All art is about stories. Some will excite the mind, others are the slow death of boredom. Take your pick.
Take a gander and let yourself fill in the blanks.
Groups
MisterRobinson is a member of !* Dark Cabaret *!, Abandoned Dark Creepy, Art of Erotic Visions, Dirty pretty things., Myths, Legends and Fairytales, Steam Punk and The Artistic Nude.
Journal Entries
Midnight stroll
Posted 20 days ago.
Ramping back up
Posted about 1 month ago.
Sometimes the work does nothing but keep you up
Posted about 1 year ago.
Kimono
Posted about 1 year ago.
And there is always the work.
Posted about 1 year ago, 2 comments so far.
work and such
Posted about 1 year ago.
Untitled
Posted about 1 year ago.
wedding pictures
Posted about 1 year ago, 1 comment so far.
Fox tales
Posted about 1 year ago, 3 comments so far.
Art
Writing
Midnight stroll part 8
There is an electric crackle up the spine when the hunt is on. Even when your not going to make it to another breath after your jaws snap shut. We are what we are after all.
Midnight stroll part 7
“and apparently something else, you stink of carrion. Did you roll in something before coming here or have you been living up to your name again Baka chan?”
The gift
/ “I will tell ye straight up brother, I picked the wrong bloody side is what I did. Now are ye gonna let me pass? I ‘d rather not die here” The knight grinned as he spok…
Midnight stroll part 6
She smiled softly at me / / “So you trust your self enough not to get pulled into the games of others. Strong, cunning, willful and so distant, never fully engaged enough to get caught…
midnight stroll 5
“She delayed the outing you know.” / My hand went to the gun and had it trained on Lyle leaning in the door way to my office, he was casually examining his nails.
Midnight stroll 4
Some one put their boot on my jaw pinning my face to the side walk. Something in my jaw shifted and there was a slight crunching sound. He put a bit of grind into it and something popped.
