florentine female

The gaze of the Imperial Mother

Not to be confused with Ms. M.Madonna

she's fixed my right eye.

New York Pity

WOWOWOWOWOW

I need the magic of majick with a firm grip. 

CAST A SPELL

hmm

Joy Feasley creates for the modern eye what those symbolists of the late 19th century did for Europeans at the end of the century. A black beaded curtain separates the participant from entering a space that defies gravity. Moravian stars appear to float on all levels and planes of the viewers eye enveloping us into a state of awe and curiosity. Sheathed vision boggles the mind, confusing the reality of seeing and the want of seeing. Because I did not attend this exhibition, I will go no further into explaining the experience of entering. Unfortunately only the outer empiricism can be endeavored.

A class focusing on computers and basic technologies is surprisingly beneficial to one's 21st century existence. Being late for work on the other hand, is not recommended.

those landscapes that concern the PHANTASTIC

I've come to the idea that I should at least exhibit the landscapes which I associate with the mystical, forgotten, romantic, antiquarian, and phantasmagoria of my heart and mind. I do (within the slightest bit of reason) consider them all to be within the same sphere, joined by the identities of those who inhabit them, and by consequence, those beings of flora and fauna which surround these identities. All things contributing can be rooted in the ideas captured by figments of my youthful imagination or by real experience and skewed understanding.

My Old Friend!

I've just found them, although they've been on my wall for quite a while. I guess I forgot to look.

move along

I've come back to utilizing tunng as a means of nostalgic reminiscing for a world I've never been to. 

ONE HUGE WHITE FEATHERY BRUSHSTROKE CHANGES EVERYTHING FROM BLACK TO ALMOST WHITE.