Nick Runckel
Profile
- Name
- Nick Runckel
- Age
- 19
- City
- Toledo
- Country
- United States
- Joined
- Jan 2008
Nick Runckel Email-
nickrunckel@gmail.com
Technically we make nothing new, we only mix together previous influences from childhood or current experiences or ideas based on those influences. So my list of influences would be endless but I will list my favorite conscious influences:
Music (specifically: emery, sufjan stevens, radiohead, bright eyes, snow patrol, jars of clay, david crowder band)
Movies (specifically: eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, donnie darko, 28 days later, 12 monkeys, v for vendetta, the number 23, stir of echoes, princess mononoke)
Life (specifically: Jesus Christ, sociology, psychology, quantum physics, religions)
Groups
Nick Runckel is a member of 1 on 1: The Fine Art of Portraiture, !Burst! > Anime and Manga!, "Stream Crossings", All Things Poetic, Prose, Philosophical., Alley Art, ART ACTION UNION - CREATIVE ACTIVISM, B&W - Character - People Shots, Back In Black, Beach Art, Black and White Photography, Colour Me Vibrant Red!, Light and Reflection, Mecha Mecca, Medieval Living History, Shanime: Inspired by Anime', The Word Tree and Windows and Doors.
Art
Writing
Blood for Static
How vividly we remember everything we see, / From the numbers in our cell phones to the pixels in our TV screens. / And how we think we’re all alone / With our internets and telephones to keep us c…
The Budding Cancer in Her Heart
I held her head skyward, her eyes to the stars. / The specks of light among the dark, / To see the bits of bright stabbing through Night’s heavy cloak. / But, Even when starlit, her diamond clad …
Jester Basket Blossoms Black
This golden weave of hands and feet, / No longer stand as king and queen, / But as jester, those foolish days of hope, / Those foolish nights of desperation. A parliament of sentiments / Flourished…
Empty Words Make Empty Hearts
With words like swords, / We pierce each others hides, digging meanings, blades under skin. / But these same swords, even if truthful, / The more we use them the duller they get, / Until they cannot c…
Brick by Brick
She wears a stained glass dress. / And shimmers like a rainbow, iridescent. / The light shines in distorted, / Just the way she likes it. / She is far from holy and farther from wholly there. / This u…
Polished Box
I am the ashes of your fallen hero. / So tightly held by wood and metal. / Personal / Funeral. / A daily reminder of every bleeding failure, / A monument to all of your regrets. / Words never spoken. …
