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shleyanders
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[2007-11-22 01:19:22 +0000 UTC]
"ash"
(Australia)
# Statistics
Favourites: 280; Deviations: 21; Watchers: 9
Watching: 59; Pageviews: 5023; Comments Made: 176; Friends: 59
# Interests
Favorite games: truth or truthTools of the Trade: a distinct mistrust of the holy
# About me
Current Residence: AdelaideOperating System: old photos
Shell of choice: the faint aroma of belief in the past
Skin of choice: warm
Favourite cartoon character: myself
# Comments
Comments: 64
Thanks for the fav! Your boy is quite the artist!
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Thanks a lot for your comment and for the watch. I will keep it on my mind for the next time what you said about the image size. There were also a couple of other people who didn't seem to be happy about that.
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Chris sent me this Ash...check it out.
HEY YOU FUCKIN SEXY BITCH, CHECK THIS OUT------THEO----JANSEN
STOP EVERYTHING...CHECK THIS MANBITCH..REINVENTING THE WHEEL!
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Chris has such an eloquence, love the fuckin work, it is reinventing the wheel, life imitating art BITCH.
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Thank you Ashley for the last favourites. It seems that life is speeding up at the moment and I look forward to getting off the merry-go round.....and getting back to a few works that are waiting. I hope you're still finding time to indulge in your wonderful patinas.
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Thank you for your beautiful art!
Oh and btw your name is also lovely. I like the sound if one says 'Ash'
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This reminded me a little of your iron waterfalls...she seems cool by her honest explorative nature.
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Check this out.
Such labour....
And interesting metamophosis
of painting.
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ASh! Good to hear from You. The red-centre, like a colour can be mixed many ways.
Some days, the darkest rusts, and sometimes lightest pinks...Its undeniably intense,
and confronting in many a way. God is definately not just a good God...
We killed a roo a few weeks ago...she had a pink little joey in her pouch...
the joey was still alive, ripped out of its Yesodic dark warmth into a cruel
bright world of giants that passed it around like a play thing. Of course the
joey eventually died, defenseless with its enlarged black eyes and translucent
paper thin skin...i wept at its short lived experience of life being so damned...
and i couldn't help but see the little soul haunting the lands as a ghost in search
of its peace...
A dog i've befriended and called Silvia has come into heat the last few weeks...
and she's been fucked by just about every male dog in the community...
After the all too brief humping, the dogs are stuck bum to bum like some
strange siamese creature, vulnerable, awkward, and perplexed...
I've tried to keep her away from the packs, but i've come to
realize that although she finds it painful, she is in a wild eyed
frenzy to get back into it...Silvia may have pups to ten
different fathers, and will any of these creatures partaking
of this nature know or care as to the consequence of their desires...
I'm looking forward to that wine Friend...I too hope its still breathing;
five and a bit weeks away...
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WOw that piece is awesome!
You are living a life of accelerated emotion...
When you have too much of nothing, everything inside of you grows, and gathers and condenses into a tempestuous (this may not be a word but it captures what i mean) rain that cleanses your mind of all the mundane trivialities that afflict a modernmind.
In a sense we are all the perplexed little creatures stuck together by awkward fucks in every combination imaginable and unimaginable.
Those big black eyes stare at us from all directions at once and we know what we have become.
So, dont rush back, but dont stay too long.
The wine is still breathing brother
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"...perplexed little creatures stuck together by awkward fucks in every combination imaginable and unimaginable." So poetically truthful...maybe god does have a sense of humor...
I've been working back late, facilitating of boys dance routine for the 'Ernabella Dance competition'....its been chaos...but through persistence, my muse offered me a spark of insight:
I work in a dysfunctional community where people have hidden the archetypes of power so deep within themselves that many have forgotten...
Being immersed in this community, i have stumbled upon a recognition; a need; a simple need...that is, to create an environment of neutral consistency. Here, the chaos rises, and then falls, and then rises, before falling again. Through this cycle, the chaos tires and becomes weak....and the ordered powers of the Archetypes are again reawakened. The natural persona's of leadership and fellowship surface, and are set in motion, and the light of order and clarity shine. So, in reality, i'm not really a teacher, but rather a facilitator....the knowledge is there, it just needs the right environment for it to come through.
Perhaps once upon a time, churches,places of worship, and retreats were centres of this neutral quietness, where the chaos subsided. Sometimes, the basic need of survival awakens the leaders and maturity in people. Maybe a dinner party...
Whatever the environment, an awareness of facilitating this type of space is virtuous; it can be done silently, and who knows if anyone recognizes it at all; that is unimportant...the importance lies in facilitating something much greater."
Thanks for the reminder not to rush OR stay too long....
Breathe Wine Breathe!!!
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Hey Dear Ashley
I'm looking forward to an open fire, good wine, stars, and maybe a song or two...
this reminded me somehow of you...see you soon friend.
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Shit Zanda sorry I havent checked this page for so long.
I love that image....
When are you coming back from the landscape of Red Earth No Wine and Forgotten Memories?
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Hey Birgit, you know one of my favourite ever books is "Memories, Dreams, Reflections" by CG Jung. Your line of work fascinates me...
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thanks for saying that....and I'm quite familiar with C. G. Jung.....I hope all is well with you
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(If this is in the wrong place just erase) but i think this is beautifully visionary: 'the Book of Thoth' by Aleister Crowley....
'And now in the midst of the Aethyr, I behold that god. He hath a thousand arms, and in each hand is a weapon of terrible strength. His face is more terrible than the storm, and from his eyes flash lightnings of intolerable brilliance. From his mouth run seas of blood. Upon his head is a crown of every deadly thing. Upon his forehead is the upright Tau, and on either side of it are signs of blasphemy. And about him clingeth a young girl, like unto the King's daughter that appeared in the ninth Aethyr. But she is become rosy by reason of his force, and her purity hath tinged his black with blue.
They are clasped in a furious embrace, so that she is torn asunder by the terror of the god; yet so tightly clingeth she about him, that he is strangled. She hath forced back his head, and his throat is livid with the pressure of her fingers. Their joint cry is an intolerable anguish; yet it is the cry of their rapture, so that every pain, and every curse, and every bereavement, and every death of everything in the whole universe, is but one little gust of wind in that tempest-scream of ecsatcy.
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The Fires of Deviance burn brightly my Friend...I know you'll keep warm here...
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Jarek is already in my favs, mindblowing work
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Mr Andersen....I raise my Ethereal Red in return.....
So Let Our New Art Begin.
Let it flow free without restraint or fear. To our sleeping Muse, Awake and shudder with our Request of clear and true Communion...
To the pixels and paint that we alight, Shine....
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Hey my friend I could use some lime-chilli cordial, I have a killer virus that is turning my head inside out. Too much red pressings, when I should be contemplating the red earth instead. Anyway, a cough and splutter and back to the grave of my earthly condition to regrow some inspiration.
Happy travels!
Ps I dreamed of this once...
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Hope you feel better soon Friend...maybe try a little mead...warmed red with spices?
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I dreamt once that all of my excess, all of my dead, all of my unnecessary, surfaced like boils...like black balloons from within...drawn out...so poignant their souls, being empty from within but formed so full...
And like all of creation in its hour of judgement, it wanted but one thing...to be released.
So no request of liberty would hinder the undoing of these chains of iron...
Of form and force unknown, Our saviour will come, his face unfixed....
Our hearts will but shudder and weep in the moment of coming...
For attachment, no matter how leaden, how strong
is an acquintqance of comfort....
a demon of growth....
and All of this
all of this
will come to an end.
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hey thanks for looking me up and adding "my burning passion" to your favs!
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Thanks for dropping by and for the favs 
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