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What would life be without the masters? I dread the thought. Picasso, Monet, Rembrandt, Da Vinci…masters and slaves to their love of expression.

...and as I look behind me from my husband’s computer where I’m typing this message, all I can see is a solid blue screen, and a faint flicker – like a weak heartbeat from a dying bird…

Lonely? Who me? Are you fracking kidding me? That’s such a sad little word. It’s only six shrinking violet coloured letters short and not the least bit friendly!

I offer you this story because, among other professions, interests and associations in his 71 years, Dr. William F. Pepper was once a photo journalist during the Vietnam War.

It is a risk, a whole hearted toss of all common sense at times, to release what lies beneath with full abandon to another person.

Art to me is the true essence of nakedness
The art bourn from each of us is a frozen place in time where we existed, either physically or mentally

But the one chance that it takes to start again
Is burning in my mind
And I can’t forget the memories

Too lost to ask for directions / Yet continue to walk the path / A pointless kind of torture / The one thing I can control

My style of shooting is very simple I think, not overly complicated in it’s construction. ~ Peter Marin

I challenge all artists here on redbubble, to take the colours and visions they see from their art and apply it to their everyday lives, and see what transpires.

Dare I dance with this freedom / Dare I revive the dead / Every moment is consuming / Commanding constant debate…