"And when I pass by
Don't lead me astray;
Don't try to stop me,
Don't stand in my way:
I'm bound for the hills
Where cool waters flow
On this road that will take me home...

Unfortunately, I have to admit it and I realise that I can hold it back no longer.

Increased commitments as well as the worsening of my health have forced me to cease all full-time artistic work. As of such, I'm retiring from all my artistic endeavours and passing on my materials and (what is left of) my artwork and equipment to friends, family and my fans. A colleague at work is now using part of it to produce religious iconography for me. I will speak to her shortly as this will be my first collaboration as well as my very last.

I would like to take the opportunity to thank all who have looked kindly upon me and gave me support throughout these long years. You've been a wonderful bunch (except for some of the bad apples out there) and you will be missed early for all your constructive criticism as well as your supplies of stocks. I remain a faithful friend to all of you (you know well who you are).

- 25 October 2009

Setting up a prints account, now that I have 20 s with faves attached to them. So now you can buy your fave works off my accounts...from here!

The first 20 devs aside (hope that accepts them, god willing), this will also be an area where s with s from my s will be posted.
The main feeder accounts are:

PRIMARY:

(photography and sketching)

TAROT PROJECTS (shut down and decommissioned after 22-88 deviations) :

- initiated; in production
- almost complete
- the home page of the Robur Tarot ( this has been resurrected for a new purpose - stock photography from a trip that I have been planning!)

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- the home page of the Mountebank-Tarock XXII (now decommissioned)
- the home page of the Fervidor Tarot LXXVIII (now decommissioned)
- the home page of the Auralis (HYWR) Tarot XXIV (now decommissioned)

Clubs to which I am affiliated:

Arrivò al tempo di guerra
dalle onde toccando la terra
lui sbarcò e tutti videro
la sua umanità.
Lei guardò quegli occhi sognanti
così vivi così penetranti
e di colpo lo amò
Si sentì spuntare le ali
quando infine le strinse le mani
lei senti nello stomaco
uno sfarfallio.
Quella notte bagnò la felicità
di caldissime lacrime
che lasciò cadere in mare
ed aggiunse sale al sale

E lei;
gli diceva lei,
tu sei
sei l'amore mio
tutta la mia vita è per te...
Ma lui;
rispondeva lui,
ho in tasca una piccola pietra io
per costruire pace dove non c'è
così
Io la porterò dove mi porterà
questa speranza dentro
che non mi abbandona mai
Io la porterò
con tutto il peso che ha
piccola pietra
che forse un giorno
che forse un giorno si poserà.

Se ne andò perchè la sua sorte
di ogni vento è sempre più forte
Se ne andò col suo carico
rinunciando a lei.
Quella notte si alzò fino al cielo
tutto il fiato che lei cavò
dal profondo dell'addome
per gridare il suo nome

E lei;
gli diceva lei,
tu sei
sei l'amore mio
tutta la mia vita è per te...
Ma lui;
rispondeva lui,
ho in tasca una piccola pietra io
per costruire pace dove non c'è
così
Io la porterò dove mi porterà
questa speranza dentro
che non mi abbandona mai
Io la porterò
con tutto il peso che ha
piccola pietra
che forse un giorno
si poserà
piccola pietra
si poserà!

It's knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that are dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that bind me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we fit together walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing
Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find
That you're moving on the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind

Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
And some other woman's cryin' to her mother
'Cause she turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind

I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin'
Cracklin' caldron in some train yard
My beard a roughning coal pile and
A dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands 'round the tin can
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you're waiting from the backroads
By the rivers of my memories
Ever smilin' ever gentle on my mind