Archive for Graphic Art


Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , on 01/11/2020 by GeoSolus

A melancholic gaze

Caught in a cold embrace

And a face, so close

But just not close enough

There is beauty in this sadness

As this is how you feel

And it is real

When the warmth is not

The Longest Night

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 31/10/2020 by GeoSolus

Possible answers

To unanswered questions

Pondered deep in to the night

As all the ghosts

From moments past

Taint the views

Of second sight

What is to come?

Already written?

The spirits whisper

Have no fear

For in the end

A life worth living

Cannot be shed

By a single tear

The Trick

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 25/10/2020 by GeoSolus

Let loose

Like an arrow to the Sun

With an honest heart

And eyes wide open

Observing the tricks

Of systems and Man

He lived and learned and thrived

Until he lost his footing

Through the deceit of a girl


Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 23/10/2020 by GeoSolus

The clock struck midnight as the two candles were lit. One for the future and the other for days gone by. A silent lady was present with a scroll and brush in one hand and a long flaming match in the other. The orange flames from the candles and match illuminated three small porcelain dishes upon which were neatly piled three pigments: black, red and white. A forth dish sat apart upon which the silent one placed the burning match so that it could burn to its end.

The scroll and brush were then placed on the floor in such a manner that they formed the Roman numeral V with the three dishes at its summit.

The lady then rose and turned on the spot, making her long white dress sway and the candles flicker. Stepping forward she faded in to darkness as a second lady came forth from it and knelt before the scroll and brush.

In her hands were two pieces of wood carved into the shape of serpents. The one in her left hand was painted black with purple eyes and the one in her right hand was painted white with crimson eyes. She unrolled the scroll and placed a serpent on either side so that the scroll remained open and flat on the floor. She rose, turned and a third lady shadowed past her holding a crystal bowl of water between her hands.

She placed the bowl opposite the dish upon which lay the now spent match and thus completed the symmetry of the objects before her. With the exception of the brush which was laying next to the black serpent. She picked it up with her left hand, dipped it in the bowl of water and with sharp and fast strokes wrote upon the scroll. Then, closing her eyes. She reached out to the pigments, clenched a handful of the first one she felt then threw it on the scroll. With her eyes remaining closed she lay down the brush, gently felt for the serpents and with the tips of her fingers pushed them apart. The scroll sprung back in to its cylindrical shape and she softly sighed knowing that she must remain still until both candles had reached their end.

The Burn

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , , , on 20/10/2020 by GeoSolus

Fire or water

One in the same

From the scars on the mountain

To the warmth of the flame

The Edge

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , on 18/10/2020 by GeoSolus

A man lays face down on a trash ridden street with thickening blood trickling from a gash in the side of his neck. He is as still as death can make him as a hand moves his head and his ghostly face comes in to the moonlight. His eyes are glazed, mouth agape and there is a hint of surprise in his features. As if he hasn’t yet realised that he is no more.

The hand takes a brush from the darkness and dips it in his blood as a second hand lays a thick sheet of paper on the ground next to him. As the brush strokes the paper Chinese characters take form and the voice of a man whispers: “These rivers run deep.”


Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , , on 16/10/2020 by GeoSolus

Caught between

Love and a dream

The path ahead

The only way

Just close your eyes

My child

Let your mind go wild

And your thoughts

Shall paint us

The scene

The Understanding

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 19/09/2020 by GeoSolus

The reflection of his face shone in her eyes as she stared up towards him. He was looking aged beyond his years with each line and small scar telling a story of violence and turmoil but she had not changed in the slightest. It had to have been around twenty years since they had last met, maybe more. He knew that it couldn’t be her, it wasn’t her but he just wanted to believe it was so that he could feel again.

A Fool’s Moon

Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , on 16/09/2020 by GeoSolus

Overused and so often confused with varying emotions, love is both elusive and a certitude. You will know if it is in your life without question. It is a sacred bond beyond the realms of cult and its religious dictate. A bond that few will experience and thus the masses will use the word to describe their euphoria, desire, lust, longing and hurt. Demonstrating in the process the absence of love in their lives.


Posted in Visual Art, Writing with tags , , , , , on 29/08/2020 by GeoSolus

AWake Dreamer 2I never fear for you
You are too strong
And inspire a desire
I haven’t felt in so long
But I look out just the same
As I know the world and its games
And I want you to shine
Like you do
And I want you to shine
Beyond anything I could imagine