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I'm a very opinionated and forward person at times.
Sometimes i can be argumentative, awkward or contrary.
Sometimes I take it upon myself to save people.

This is who I am. I know some of you will have heard some of this, some of you will have not.
But i hope in this journal to explain myself a little.

I was born in the 1980's, to a family ripping itself apart at the seams.my mother and father divorced while i was still in the womb, and for the longest time i blamed myself. This is natural, but stupid.
My brother also blamed me, and made my life a living hell for years on end.
my grandmother, matriarch of the family and heavily christian, was bed-ridden since before i was born. my whole childhood she was in extreme pain, maxed out on valium to keep her from screaming out.
This made her lucid, occasionally prone to hallucinating, and sometimes almost oracle-like.
She had been poisoned and damaged by doctors, trying to cure cancer in her gut. they used Radium, which burnt holes through her insides...
So from the very beginning I knew without a doubt that medicine is still pretty much guess-work, and they get it wrong even today.
 
School was like an advanced excercise in torture. I was bullied almost without pause through my twelve years of schooling, and have been hospitalised a few times by gangs of over 30+people. When i say bullying, i mean actual bullying.
these guys werent just calling names, they were chasing me in massive groups, with knives and hammers in later years.
they literally wanted to kill me.
...and nearly did, a few times.
i taught myself to run, and to climb, to get away at any given opportunity. I learnt to scale buildings and to keep myself hidden.

They weren't the worst family in the world, but they could never connect with my views and ways.
By 13 I was Pagan and proud, and my heavily superstitious family couldnt take this on without thinking i was a devil-worshipper.
By 17, the tensions finally became too much, and i emancipated myself from my family.
I spent some time on the streets, I spent some time living on couches with people I barely knew. I spent some time living with my brother, who had become a steadfast rock in the crazy ocean of life for me, he is a follower of demonology.

And then I died.
Let me explain;
After an operation on my throat at 17 i was released from hospital. I had just aqcuired my first ever flat, and wanted to redecorate. While painting a door, the stitches in my throat ruptured, and I began to lose blood rapidly. Running to my bathroom ( getting my nice new flat covered in gore being my main concern at this point) I hung my head over the sink. after a moment it became apparent the sink was filling up, and i ought to do something a little more assertive in the face of this dilemma. I rang a friend of a few years (she is here on DA.... but im not name bombing in this journal) and asked her for help.
my brother was there in minutes. It's awe-inspiring seeing a body-building hardman on the verge of tears for you.
He rode with me to the first hospital, where my mother was waiting.
it turned out the first hospital didnt have my kind of blood in stock. oh, what fun. another long trek in a screaming ambulance, with paramedics alternating between hurling abuse at the stupid traffic getting in the way, and then turning and calmly telling me "everything's gonna be okay son, just stay calm". I got more and more drowsy and lucid, joking with them and my mother.
There was no real pain. It was pleasant. I remember slowly rolling back on my bed, and thinking how silly people are. The ambulance drivers were doing their best, but the roads were very busy. I remember thinking there should be specific roads for ambulances and emergency services.
Then a rushing sensation. Falling gently but quickly downwards, while staying still.
Then Darkness that lasted a lifetime. It receded with an embrace from within, from behind and all around.
A voice came to me. It sounded neither like a man nor a woman, but if i had to choose i would have pegged it as female.
I KNEW IN THIS MOMENT, AND FOREVER AFTER, THIS WAS 'GOD'.
It told me it understood my feelings of anguish toward modern man, but to be patient with them. It told me that it didnt care for our ideals of heaven, of sin. after a few suicide attempts, it still welcomed me with open arms, took me in and warmed my soul.
It told me there is faith, and then there is religion.... And these two things should not be mixed up.
what is written in books is written by man. What is written by God is written in the stars, and we are still too young to understand it's workings. We are ants trying to figure out the world our anthill is built on.
       Faith comes from within.
       Religion comes from the outside.
       We only get one world here, and if we kill it, it is gone.
This is what i was told by god, and This is what I am sharing with you, still a proud pagan.
I have had many experiences in my life that have altered my world, and possibly also the very history of the world itself.
Time will tell.
I'm willing to share with those willing to listen.

But I write this for one reason only today;
Time is an illusion.
events happen one after another, and continue ever onward without ever looking back or forward.
time is simply a human invention, a philosophical way of explaining how we wish we could change how it works.
Life is a game, an extrapolation of the idea of a finite existence within an infinite possibility.

Bullies do not make you who you are, but they temper the steel with which you are forged.
Family do not define what you will be, unless you let them make your choices for you.
You are neither a human nor an animal,
But rather a floating autonomous piece of God's Will, inhabiting a body so it can experience life.
Keep in mind, this is true for the bullies too, much as we love to hate them.

So God is not an all-loving benefactor, but rather an intelligent and amorphous mass of mind and energy.
It makes sense that wars would be waged and fought over such things. The experience has to be lived out.
but enough is enough. It is about time people started standing up for their own individuality, and declaring themselves to be be autonomous themselves. we do not need god. it needs us. its about time we stopped fighting in it's name and started figuring out what we should be doing here, because regardless of what we experience, its all good experience to this creature.
We need to build a better world ourselves, with our own hands, working together as a whole collective, to finally put damaging the world we live on behind us.

And before any hardcore christians start trying to tell me it was satan i met (which some have)
or possibly an angel or something (as a priest has),
DONT.
If you had met god you would damn well know it, from your balls to your bones.
I know what i experienced, and it made me who i am today.
dont dare to patronize me by telling me you know more about god than I,
If all you have to back your word is the bible.
read my words well, and you will understand my distaste at the "holy books".

For everyone else, those wanting to know more or to ask questions, I welcome this. I will be as truthful as I can be, and promise to only tell what i know from life experience.
  • Listening to: Omnia
  • Reading: The portable door
  • Watching: space go by @ 900 miles per second
  • Playing: with pens and pencils
  • Eating: bubble n squeak
  • Drinking: the heady ether of life. with a shot of whiskey

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simonpark81
Simon Park
Artist | Hobbyist | Traditional Art
United Kingdom
Biography:
Simon Park has been an avid drawer his whole life, striving to create a style that is unique, provocative and powerful.

Influenced by modern fantasy films, comics, orchestral scores and rennaissance art, he uses cross-hatching and vivid colours, With a heavy emphasis on dynamics, scale, tiny details and down to earth characters to drive forward the old adage that every picture tells a thousand words.

He does not usually intend a specific story during the creation process, but rather builds an elaborate snapshot for the viewer to imagine a story for.
Many of his works are intended to open dialogue; to embrace or question ideals and ideologies of modern society, and look upon them with new eyes.
He relishes in hiding in plain sight details which the viewer can find upon a second or third viewing.

His time not spent with his partner :iconbizkit66: and their children, or curled up somewhere drawing, is spent hiking, mountain climbing and meditating.



I do commissions for points too =P

we think therefore we am, right?
XD


Current Residence:Europe (the english bit)
Print preference: canvas or card
Favourite genre of music: nu-metal dubstep classical orchestral
Favourite style of art: landscapes and Surrealistic inclinations more and more as time goes by
Shell of choice: silver and disc shaped
Wallpaper of choice: allsorts of posters
Skin of choice: grey and wrinkly with LARGE black eyes O.O
Favourite cartoon character: Snufkin
Personal Quote: If you can look down upon the clouds, and know that you are safe,
then you have learnt to fly. good on you!
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I'm a very opinionated and forward person at times.
Sometimes i can be argumentative, awkward or contrary.
Sometimes I take it upon myself to save people.

This is who I am. I know some of you will have heard some of this, some of you will have not.
But i hope in this journal to explain myself a little.

I was born in the 1980's, to a family ripping itself apart at the seams.my mother and father divorced while i was still in the womb, and for the longest time i blamed myself. This is natural, but stupid.
My brother also blamed me, and made my life a living hell for years on end.
my grandmother, matriarch of the family and heavily christian, was bed-ridden since before i was born. my whole childhood she was in extreme pain, maxed out on valium to keep her from screaming out.
This made her lucid, occasionally prone to hallucinating, and sometimes almost oracle-like.
She had been poisoned and damaged by doctors, trying to cure cancer in her gut. they used Radium, which burnt holes through her insides...
So from the very beginning I knew without a doubt that medicine is still pretty much guess-work, and they get it wrong even today.
 
School was like an advanced excercise in torture. I was bullied almost without pause through my twelve years of schooling, and have been hospitalised a few times by gangs of over 30+people. When i say bullying, i mean actual bullying.
these guys werent just calling names, they were chasing me in massive groups, with knives and hammers in later years.
they literally wanted to kill me.
...and nearly did, a few times.
i taught myself to run, and to climb, to get away at any given opportunity. I learnt to scale buildings and to keep myself hidden.

They weren't the worst family in the world, but they could never connect with my views and ways.
By 13 I was Pagan and proud, and my heavily superstitious family couldnt take this on without thinking i was a devil-worshipper.
By 17, the tensions finally became too much, and i emancipated myself from my family.
I spent some time on the streets, I spent some time living on couches with people I barely knew. I spent some time living with my brother, who had become a steadfast rock in the crazy ocean of life for me, he is a follower of demonology.

And then I died.
Let me explain;
After an operation on my throat at 17 i was released from hospital. I had just aqcuired my first ever flat, and wanted to redecorate. While painting a door, the stitches in my throat ruptured, and I began to lose blood rapidly. Running to my bathroom ( getting my nice new flat covered in gore being my main concern at this point) I hung my head over the sink. after a moment it became apparent the sink was filling up, and i ought to do something a little more assertive in the face of this dilemma. I rang a friend of a few years (she is here on DA.... but im not name bombing in this journal) and asked her for help.
my brother was there in minutes. It's awe-inspiring seeing a body-building hardman on the verge of tears for you.
He rode with me to the first hospital, where my mother was waiting.
it turned out the first hospital didnt have my kind of blood in stock. oh, what fun. another long trek in a screaming ambulance, with paramedics alternating between hurling abuse at the stupid traffic getting in the way, and then turning and calmly telling me "everything's gonna be okay son, just stay calm". I got more and more drowsy and lucid, joking with them and my mother.
There was no real pain. It was pleasant. I remember slowly rolling back on my bed, and thinking how silly people are. The ambulance drivers were doing their best, but the roads were very busy. I remember thinking there should be specific roads for ambulances and emergency services.
Then a rushing sensation. Falling gently but quickly downwards, while staying still.
Then Darkness that lasted a lifetime. It receded with an embrace from within, from behind and all around.
A voice came to me. It sounded neither like a man nor a woman, but if i had to choose i would have pegged it as female.
I KNEW IN THIS MOMENT, AND FOREVER AFTER, THIS WAS 'GOD'.
It told me it understood my feelings of anguish toward modern man, but to be patient with them. It told me that it didnt care for our ideals of heaven, of sin. after a few suicide attempts, it still welcomed me with open arms, took me in and warmed my soul.
It told me there is faith, and then there is religion.... And these two things should not be mixed up.
what is written in books is written by man. What is written by God is written in the stars, and we are still too young to understand it's workings. We are ants trying to figure out the world our anthill is built on.
       Faith comes from within.
       Religion comes from the outside.
       We only get one world here, and if we kill it, it is gone.
This is what i was told by god, and This is what I am sharing with you, still a proud pagan.
I have had many experiences in my life that have altered my world, and possibly also the very history of the world itself.
Time will tell.
I'm willing to share with those willing to listen.

But I write this for one reason only today;
Time is an illusion.
events happen one after another, and continue ever onward without ever looking back or forward.
time is simply a human invention, a philosophical way of explaining how we wish we could change how it works.
Life is a game, an extrapolation of the idea of a finite existence within an infinite possibility.

Bullies do not make you who you are, but they temper the steel with which you are forged.
Family do not define what you will be, unless you let them make your choices for you.
You are neither a human nor an animal,
But rather a floating autonomous piece of God's Will, inhabiting a body so it can experience life.
Keep in mind, this is true for the bullies too, much as we love to hate them.

So God is not an all-loving benefactor, but rather an intelligent and amorphous mass of mind and energy.
It makes sense that wars would be waged and fought over such things. The experience has to be lived out.
but enough is enough. It is about time people started standing up for their own individuality, and declaring themselves to be be autonomous themselves. we do not need god. it needs us. its about time we stopped fighting in it's name and started figuring out what we should be doing here, because regardless of what we experience, its all good experience to this creature.
We need to build a better world ourselves, with our own hands, working together as a whole collective, to finally put damaging the world we live on behind us.

And before any hardcore christians start trying to tell me it was satan i met (which some have)
or possibly an angel or something (as a priest has),
DONT.
If you had met god you would damn well know it, from your balls to your bones.
I know what i experienced, and it made me who i am today.
dont dare to patronize me by telling me you know more about god than I,
If all you have to back your word is the bible.
read my words well, and you will understand my distaste at the "holy books".

For everyone else, those wanting to know more or to ask questions, I welcome this. I will be as truthful as I can be, and promise to only tell what i know from life experience.
  • Listening to: Omnia
  • Reading: The portable door
  • Watching: space go by @ 900 miles per second
  • Playing: with pens and pencils
  • Eating: bubble n squeak
  • Drinking: the heady ether of life. with a shot of whiskey
The Cave of the Winding Path by simonpark81
The Cave of the Winding Path
The path is ever winding.....
Deep within the caverns of Parkland, there exist entrances to other worlds.... Other dimensions and other spaces between worlds....
A dangerous place indeed to travel alone, but somewhere we must all go, sooner or later, as our right of passage...

The cave of crystals lie beyond the spiral exitway, about 1/3 of a mile deeper into the earth.

Drawn on card, with pigment ink fineliners (1mm), "lyra" youngster pencils, HB pencil,
AND my new prismacolor pencils!!!!!
I absolutely love how i can change the look of lighting effects with the prismacolors.
(C) copyright Simon Park 2014-2015. no unauthorised resdistribution.
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Hey, Y'all.
So recently life has been one hectic rollercoaster ride.
My wife and partner in crime :iconbizkit66: has been working full time for a while now,
leaving me with the task of picking up any slack left over-
kids, house work, etc- which means i sometimes have more time for art, but mostly have NO TIME for art.
This is a kick in the gonads for me, cos i really wanna get on with a lot of projects i have hanging around.
on the other hand, i feel finally at peace.
The ratrace is not for me, and trying to run on the wheel of unemployment had me almost suicidally angry at times.

So on the one hand, i have the inclination to create more beautiful artwork than ever before,
but on the other, time is more scarce for me now than ever before.
On the third hand, which is my favourite by far, it means i finally have the means as well as the will-

For 2014 ends with me finally recieving....
:sun:    PRISMACOLOR PENCILS!!!!    :sun:
oh, sweet victory. :evillaugh:

it has been too long, creating pictures with only the limited means of cheap, children's equipment.
at long last, i have been able to get my hands on proper equipment, and boy does it look good.
i have pretty much finished one project with a mixture of my old pencils and prismacolors.
anyone interested, check out my spiral cave picture....
Spiral Cave by simonpark81The Cave of Wonders by simonpark81
to see it before i added a whole shedload of tone and definition
with my amazing new little art sticks. otherwise, watch my future uploads and it will turn up within the week.

I'm also working on another project from a while ago, a project that is very personal and dear to me.
Beyond The Physical by simonpark81
Of course, recent commissioned projects have been mental for me.
I have been working in partnership with THE AUTOPSY BOYS,
a horror-themed punk-metal band from Leeds, who have just finished their European tour...
Twisted Sister by simonpark81 Devourer by simonpark81The Unborn by simonpark81   Preview of a Commission by simonpark81
which meant me creating a whole new art ethos, changing my usually sunny styling into something horrific and macabre.
There will be more projects coming up with these guys, but i can only share them as they become official.

so....thats about it.
I'm super-psyched to have my new pencils, expect big things coming up.
Any comments/questions/critiques/commissions/etc etc etc welcome......
Love and Peace.
You are the artists.
~Sy.
  • Listening to: Omnia
  • Reading: The portable door
  • Watching: space go by @ 900 miles per second
  • Playing: with pens and pencils
  • Eating: bubble n squeak
  • Drinking: the heady ether of life. with a shot of whiskey
This is one of the most beautiful and brilliant speeches i have ever heard. something to think over today.

“I'm sorry, but I don't want to be an emperor. That's not my business. I don't want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible; Jew, Gentile, black man, white.
We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other's happiness, not by each other's misery. We don't want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone, and the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way.

Greed has poisoned men's souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical; our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery, we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost. The airplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men; cries out for universal brotherhood; for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women, and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me, I say, do not despair.

The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish.
Soldiers! Don't give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you, enslave you;
who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel!
Who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder.
Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men - machine men with machine minds and machine hearts!

You are not machines, you are not cattle, you are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don't hate! Only the unloved hate; the unloved and the unnatural. Soldiers! Don't fight for slavery! Fight for liberty!

In the seventeenth chapter of St. Luke, it is written that the kingdom of God is within MAN, not one man nor a group of men, but in ALL MEN!
In you! You, the people, have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.
Then in the name of democracy, let us use that power. Let us all unite.
Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give youth a future and old age a security.
By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power.
But they lie! They do not fulfill that promise. They never will! Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people.

Now let us fight to fulfill that promise. Let us fight to free the world! To do away with national barriers! To do away with greed, with hate and intolerance! Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men's happiness.
Soldiers, in the name of democracy, let us all unite!”
~Charles Chaplin
  • Mood: Mesmerized
  • Listening to: Omnia
  • Reading: The portable door
  • Watching: space go by @ 900 miles per second
  • Playing: with pens and pencils
  • Eating: bubble n squeak
  • Drinking: the heady ether of life. with a shot of whiskey

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