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It's freaking me out a little. Very little of it's text can be found in extant copy. It seems to be genuinely interpretive. Though flattering... "Kevin Rolly's artwork is truly outstanding, His skills and expertise are simply astounding. His works resonate with emotions so raw, Drawing you in closer, with nothing to thaw. His paintings evoke a sense of nostalgia, Of memories long forgotten, buried under flora. His brush strokes are bold, yet so gentle and kind, He captures each moment with an ease of mind. His art is more than just a visual treat, It's a story, a journey, that's hard to beat. It's a window to his soul, a glimpse of his heart, A celebration of life, from end to start. The colors he chooses, are vibrant and bright, Each canvas a masterpiece, in its own right. The way he plays with light, is truly divine, A true master of his craft, that's hard to define. In his works, you'll find joy, hope, and despair, Love, loss, and longing, that's beyond compare. His
SIX YEARS TODAY
Six years today since I lost my brother to suicide and for the first time there is an alignment of the days. He left on a Monday and today is Monday again. I think of what has changed and what hasn’t. In the early years I lived in a world of self-pity and rage where every human encounter was an opportunity to drop this assaultive narrative on any unsuspecting person who simply asked me about my day. Though understandable in context, it was selfish of me and in some cases actually caused emotional harm. I just wanted the world to know, to make the radius of his innocence larger than the news reports. And in the end I couldn’t. I painfully learned how little I could actually control and that there are valences larger than me. Letting go is an art, but an imperfect one and you never let go of it entirely. Part of me still believes there was more I could do, one more course of action to take, one more contact to explore. Like an addiction, you chase a dragon into a mountain you’re not
PAEAN
So, this short story competition came up. A "Doomsday Diary" Post-Apocalyptic / Dystopian theme where you just have to include a heart shaped locket in there somewhere.
ANOTHER YEAR AWAY
A year away and dA makes no sense to me now. It's a baffling uncreation of everything it was. I can't even see where I can get this journal post on my main page. How does anyone find anything in this quagmire of uncategorized madness? Yet after seventeen years I'm still here. Sort of. I just don't expect much. That's not as pessimistic as it sounds. Just over a year ago my mother broke he hip and I returned home to take care of her. Except for her brother I'm all she has left. My father died unceremoniously in 2018 after a botched cruise through Nova Scotia where we were trapped in Quebec with no way to get him home. We got him back miraculously before hospice became the only option. After her hip surgery Mom healed quickly, but there were other complications and then the plague knock the nation into the ditch. I stayed for a year and returned to LA just a couple of weeks ago. Just before leaving for Pittsburgh I created a series of various gunpowder works that have sustained me
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I'm just decided that, for me, dA is more about what I can put into it than what I can get out of it. I like seeing the art, and making as many comments as I can. Keeps my powers of observation sharp. 