Archive for the Visual Art Category

Nebula

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 16/09/2022 by GeoSolus

I have witnessed

Worlds of deceit

Falling apart

Their crumbling vanity

Chemically enhanced

Setting the stage

For their requiem

Sun Down

Posted in Visual Art with tags , , , , , on 22/07/2022 by GeoSolus

Just Jade

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 13/07/2022 by GeoSolus

Green is the colour

Of the leaf that breathes

Of the fields that feed

Of a man at war

With envy and greed

Green is the colour

Of the letters XIII

A number it seems

One that redeems

In these times of need

Green is the colour

At the heart of the stone

Once blue and alone

Now refined and atoned

And ready to lead

Words As A Texture (Smoke Screen)

Posted in Visual Art with tags , , , , , on 12/07/2022 by GeoSolus
The Sixth Layer

Killer

Posted in Visual Art with tags , , , on 30/06/2022 by GeoSolus

Foundations

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , , on 26/06/2022 by GeoSolus

When the lights go out

I’m on your side

Sculpting the dark

In our favour

For I am the one

The monsters fear

I am the one

Who will not waver

An Eye Of Jade

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , on 21/06/2022 by GeoSolus

And thus I created

In order to see

The hidden parts

Inside of me

The Senses

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , on 19/06/2022 by GeoSolus

A trip through an electric space. Looking for what touches without physicality. Like a dream for open eyes and heavy hearts.

Layer upon layer upon layer, to maintain a certain dark simplicity

The Stone

Posted in Visual Art with tags , , on 13/06/2022 by GeoSolus

The Signs

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 10/06/2022 by GeoSolus

“…you did more damage than that broken little mind of yours could even start to comprehend…’

‘…It was late one night when I heard this argument going on outside. Some lover’s tiff that sounded like it was amplified by alcohol. I was down to counting cigarettes as I didn’t have enough money to buy more and that sort of situation always puts me on edge. The noise outside was pushing me over that edge, especially as I was trying to compose music and to find the words to fit the mood…’

‘…I’d gone out for a smoke a few nights before. I’d stepped outside, pulled my hood over my head and lit up as was my routine on cold nights. I took a long drag then titled back my head to look at the night sky. The moon was crimson in colour. I’d never seen it that shade before and for some reason it sent a shiver down my spine…’

‘…I went outside to witness the spectacle. A drunk guy in the fits of jealousy, going on about how he was going to find the guy, that he didn’t care who he was while his girlfriend kept repeating that nothing happened. That she hadn’t even spoken to him. There were other people there trying to coerce him in to a car but he kept shrugging them off. That was until he saw me, standing on the other side of the parking area, watching and ready. His tone of voice changed this time as he asked his girlfriend if I was the him they’d been arguing about. She turned to look at me then paused a few seconds before saying yes…’

‘…They all left in silence.”