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Connections via Chemical Trails.
My atoms of my being.
Space is empty to the eye
The half Negative,
We hang upon
We shoot for the Stars
The smell of space
Is on the breath
Of the ones we love.
My comments: Cosmic Fruition is one of the first Digital Paintings I’ve ever attempted. It was done in a program on Deviant Art called Da-Muro, and it was brought into GIMP 2.6 for some other renders. All in All spent about 5 hours digitally painting and putting this together.
The author of the poem that goes with this painting is one of my best friends in real life, and is a great poet, and lyricist. Feel very fortunate to have him write this piece while looking at the painting, and listening to Carl Sagans – Symphony of Science.
Now i’m hoping you, the wordpress, and internet community can get some kind of emotional signal from this.
Google, and zionism will be ended in our life times as long as we can form the citizen media and start to really dominate the main stream.
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