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Skinny Cafe Latte please – Melbourne delights!
I don’t have a problem, really …...... Taken in a street in Melbourne discarded and just lying on the ground.
Made for the Coffee Calendar 2009
Confused ?? Which one to choose ?? At Afra, City Cnre, Kolkata, West Bengal India
Some people will sell their souls for caffeine. Join the club.
This and all previous work has been taken using a LUMIX 28MM Panosonic DMCTZ11 wide angle , Compact camera
I want to make this a TShirt but I don’t know how to do it! Perhaps my RB friends can assist me in my newest endeavor!!!
Concert at Cricket Pavilion in Phoenix, Az.
I have one.
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for the victims of pain who have beautiful spirits too tender for their worlds and so evaporate into the ethers through addiction: there is hope. featured in ADAWG
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Landscape, nature, light, mood and atmosphere in different seasons from northern Norway
this was done sitting in a waiting room just waiting…. / during this time i got to thinking about humans in general and the addictions and traits that they carry around with them how some times no matter how hard they try they just cant seem to break free.. wether it be drugs or simply an addiction to food or even shopping there is usually something we struggle with and often it takes being confronted with a terrible outcome and self realisation before we can begin to crawl our way out of what ever it is. in doing this we often have and need a guide to help us through it. so to those guides in the world which will be everyone of you (lets face it we all help someone at some stage in our lives) keep doing what your doing as your are wonderful. and all those who have an addiction of any sort why not attempt to just hand it over to a higher power just for today… pencil on 110 gsm paper
There is an exit door / Lit with the color of flesh / I was 16 when it first called me / Holding onto a thin rail of presence / I was spinnin…
This morning I had the pleasure of reading Christie Moses piece, My Brother and Me This Summer and then Erich Biemer work on addiction called Amends without Grace Both inspiring and brilliant pieces that have touched me greatly. I just happen to be working on a piece about my own experience with death at the age of 16 and so in reading these two works decided I would piggy back on this theme as it is a personal part of my life experience. It was many years after this experience (the one that I am writing on) that I finally got ‘it’ and gave into my current joyful sober state of Being. / / However, I have experienced death twice. The first time I was 16 and although it was not like the second time where I did actually die and come back one day later, I was in the throws of this experience called ‘dieing’ and to write this I truly went back and felt it again. (This poem was posted in a skeletal form last year and I took it down and worked on it since off and on for a few months) I consider the experience empowering for that time and place. I did not know I was running from a past that at the time was completely hidden from me till I turned 40. It was then I became aware of what had happened to me as a baby, I finally was able to choose sobriety. I never judge people that are not able to get sober. I tried for a good 10 years until I was given the gift of my own story, via memory recovered. People are not born addicts. Although it is said that through genetics some are prone to become one upon the first taste of a substance. God Bless Time.. for I am sure as I look down from All That Is.. The time it took me to get ‘it’ from 16 to 40 would barely be a blink of an eye, so I like to think I was right on time!!! lolol Lovingly I give this part of my life some focus tonight. / Lynne, I so love you darling heart. / Love, / Linaji
It’s been six weeks since my last scribble.
I get cranky if I don’t write. Sometimes I find myself writing one word over and over again, loving the way the ink flows, admiring the smear of black on parchment. A few times I’ve gone out and realised I had no pen in my bag and had to return, as desperate as though it was for a Ventalin inhaler or pack of cigarettes. I’ve had experience with addictions of the more damaging kind, and this lighthearted piece is written with full respect for those struggling. But if your muse sometimes grabs you by the throat and you can’t shake her, you just might know what I mean.
The Cardinal returns to my bit of desert in the winter, or Christmas season. This started as a pen and ink sketch in my Canson Sketch book. I imported it into Photoshop elements and have made a number of adjustment/enhancements. This art is again an experiment in many aspects.
This is Fat Cat who seems to be addicted to chlorine – he always has fresh water in the house which he drinks then he goes out to the pool for a chlorine chaser!
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