Dark Sorceress In Throne Room Art

Sculpture demonstrating the analysis of form in three dimensions in the art style of Analytical Art --v 6.1
Sculpture demonstrating the analysis of form in three dimensions in the art style of Analytical Art --v 6.1
Sculpture demonstrating the analysis of form in three dimensions in the art style of Analytical Art --v 6.1
A koi pond seen from above, orange and white koi fish swimming among lily pads, clear water with subtle ripples, fallen cherry blossom petals floating on the surface, dappled sunlight
Abstract composition using only three straight lines in the art style of Minimalism --v 6.1
Abstract composition using only three straight lines in the art style of Minimalism --v 6.1
a painting of three people walking down a street
a group of three girls standing next to each other
a group of three girls standing next to each other
a group of three girls standing next to each other
a group of three girls standing next to each other
a group of three girls standing next to each other
a group of three girls standing next to each other
a group of three girls standing next to each other
a group of three girls standing next to each other
a group of three girls standing next to each other
a group of three girls standing next to each other
a group of three girls standing next to each other
a group of three girls standing next to each other
a group of three girls standing next to each other
a group of three girls standing next to each other
a group of three girls standing next to each other
a group of three girls standing next to each other
Painted lady mansion
Traditional tea house in garden
Hillside villa with sea view
Do not use words to create an image of Three Pillars blog which is a word count for each chapter in the Bible
Trompe l'oeil mural creating illusion of three-dimensional space in the art style of Hyperrealism --v 6.1
Trompe l'oeil mural creating illusion of three-dimensional space in the art style of Hyperrealism --v 6.1
Trompe l'oeil mural creating illusion of three-dimensional space in the art style of Hyperrealism --v 6.1
Throw-up style quick colorful bubble letters in the art style of Graffiti --v 6.1
Throw-up style quick colorful bubble letters in the art style of Graffiti --v 6.1
Self-sufficient earth home
“And one of the elders saith unto me, Weep not: behold, the Lion of the tribe of Juda, the Root of David, hath prevailed to open the book, and to loose the seven seals thereof.” (Revelation 5:5, KJV)
Glass house overlooking valley
“And on my servants and on my handmaidens I will pour out in those days of my Spirit; and they shall prophesy:” (Acts 2:18, KJV)
Now, those captains must learn what the river will do when it makes that great turn out of sight. How it dashes them up on the rocks of the shore How it spins to the left and the right. It beats them and breaks them and crushes their pride Leaves them dizzy and sick and all jumbled inside ‘til they’ve all but forgotten that glorious ride lying flat on their deck in the sun. There they lie, drying out in the sun. As you round the point where the river was bent and survey the great wideness ahead, you can see all those captains alone on their decks, beat and broken and very near dead. Then the current takes hold and there’s naught you can do as it drags you down into its maw. Headed straight for those rocks, you make ready to crash but at last, you rise up, roll and yaw. Going back and away, then forward again, fearing each time, the rocks will prevail! You’re trapped in a cycling, circling tide, in an eddy withstanding a gale. But each time you circle that great whirling tide and you’ve not hit the rocks or been thrown to the side and you’re kept from the falls, cascading and wide, for the eddy’s small mercy give praise. Give the merciful currents your praise!
Now, those captains must learn what the river will do when it makes that great turn out of sight. How it dashes them up on the rocks of the shore How it spins to the left and the right. It beats them and breaks them and crushes their pride Leaves them dizzy and sick and all jumbled inside ‘til they’ve all but forgotten that glorious ride lying flat on their deck in the sun. There they lie, drying out in the sun. As you round the point where the river was bent and survey the great wideness ahead, you can see all those captains alone on their decks, beat and broken and very near dead. Then the current takes hold and there’s naught you can do as it drags you down into its maw. Headed straight for those rocks, you make ready to crash but at last, you rise up, roll and yaw. Going back and away, then forward again, fearing each time, the rocks will prevail! You’re trapped in a cycling, circling tide, in an eddy withstanding a gale. But each time you circle that great whirling tide and you’ve not hit the rocks or been thrown to the side and you’re kept from the falls, cascading and wide, for the eddy’s small mercy give praise. Give the merciful currents your praise!
“And when Abigail saw David, she hasted, and lighted off the ass, and fell before David on her face, and bowed herself to the ground, And fell at his feet, and said, Upon me, my lord, upon me let this iniquity be: and let thine handmaid, I pray thee, speak in thine audience, and hear the words of thine handmaid. Let not my lord, I pray thee, regard this man of Belial, even Nabal: for as his name is, so is he; Nabal is his name, and folly is with him: but I thine handmaid saw not the young men of my lord, whom thou didst send.” (1 Samuel 25:23-25, KJVA)
Out where the river runs wild and free and only the brave dare row; where the rapids are deep, and the challenge is fresh and it takes them where it means to go. With breakneck speed, grinning into the wind, standing straight on the bow of their craft, just a glimpse now and then of those captains you’ll catch flying by, near capsizing your raft. They’ve no time for advice to those standing on shore or to aid the ones just wading out, for their task is to pilot this current, they think, and it’s all they can do to stay out of the drink, and their lives could be gone in the space of a wink should they lose but a moment to doubt. Standing tall, they never must doubt!
Out where the river runs wild and free and only the brave dare row; where the rapids are deep, and the challenge is fresh and it takes them where it means to go. With breakneck speed, grinning into the wind, standing straight on the bow of their craft, just a glimpse now and then of those captains you’ll catch flying by, near capsizing your raft. They’ve no time for advice to those standing on shore or to aid the ones just wading out, for their task is to pilot this current, they think, and it’s all they can do to stay out of the drink, and their lives could be gone in the space of a wink should they lose but a moment to doubt. Standing tall, they never must doubt!
New York City