Brett Foster
Profile
My name is Brett Foster™. I eke out a living designing stuff, writing stuff and photographing stuff. I thank the stars there is so much stuff.
My personal stuff is here
In order to make it easier to view my redbubble stuff there are links to some specific categories below. Let me know what you think.
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I hope you enjoy looking around.
Thanks redbubble!
Groups
Brett Foster is a member of All things Coffee, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Animal Kingdom, Architectural Photography, Black and White Photography, Blood Red - All things vampiric, Cars, Motorbikes and Motorsports, Challenge Café, Childhood, Collaboral Damage, Colour Me Vibrant Red!, Electronica/Dance Events & Culture, Fabulous Flowers, Graphic Editing 101, HDR Photography (3 Photos per 24hr-day), Kairos, Melbourne & Victoria, People and Portraiture Photography, PixElations - The Art of Photoshop, Practising the Dark Arts, Primate Art, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, The Birds, The Sensual Word, The Word Tree, Vineyards & Wineries, Web Design and Wedding Inspiration Group.
Journal Entries
Warning - More blokes taking florals!
Posted 9 months ago, 6 comments so far.
Out of The Closet
Posted about 1 year ago, 23 comments so far.
Long Time No See
Posted about 1 year ago, 17 comments so far.
Profile Page Play
Posted about 1 year ago, 7 comments so far.
Art
Writing
Fertile - Fertiliser
I took a stroll through the cemetery today. That’s the best word for it. It wasn’t premeditated. It was, I suppose, opportunistic. I could waste hours analysing the decision but it was littl…
Fall Down on me like Rain
Would you like to feel that I am here / to catch your tears with mine? / Would I see your smile if I told you / that you fall on me divine?
Muse Potential
She glissades along the hallway shedding a vermilion ribbons to reveal creamy curves of porcelain which reflect and embellish my brume desire.
Purple
I am not ready. Purple is my deepest silence, my slumber of succour. / I grasp its rich fur by a familiar corner and halt the cascade.
She Is The Writer
She is the writer. / She opens herself up to interpretation. / Or misinterpretation. / She is brave.
Remade World
Her hair tied back in ribbons of time / and rainbows glistening rain. / So now I see her pretty face / without the squint of pain. Her shoulders bare in a strapless dress / so pure and formed for k…
