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Once upon a time there was a great kingdom, that spanned a whole globe.
Their's was a long and eventful reign, ruled by heads of state that took orders from the great wizards,
Whom the public never saw, and lived in grand palaces fenced off from the sometimes tumultuous games that would play out around the kingdom.

They used little pieces of metal to keep the peace;
if you didn't have enough pieces of metal, life was hard.
Some people died because they couldn't get enough metal pieces...
their bodies were put to use on the rose gardens.

These scraps of alloy were to be exchanged for goods and services, so that the common man could buy back what he made.
If he tried to keep what he made for himself and his neighbours, he was charged with insighting terror in others,
and locked away in the dungeons for giving a loaf to the homeless. crimes less serious than this however were fine, and for killing the royal guards, or a picture-house full of people, he would have been locked away for a shorter time.

The Kingdom was a beautiful and amazing place, full of awe, and wonder.
The people were awed by their lack of choices;
the powerful were full of wonder that almost everyone let them do this.

At least once a day, people were compelled to plug themselves into a box in their homes,
That told them what the rulers said happened in the kingdom that day.
Usually the information regarded the princes and princesses of a magical thing called celebrity,
(which is way too complicated to explain in this happy little tale, but let us simply say that these special celebrities were more important than everyone else, and people loved them because they are what we should want to be.)

And the common people rejoiced, for one of the princesses was having a baby,
so at least everyone knew who were they meant to bow to next.
And she carried him around the kingdom, letting people see the child, so they could gasp in wonder as he breathed the same air as they did, and that he must wear nappies like a common child. They saw he was their species, and healthy,
and the people were well pleased.

In this magnificent, imperious and all-encompassing society, people from all countries felt the need to say "we are better than the people in that country next door, because we were born on this hill; and this hill is OBVIOUSLY better than that hill over there. That hill looks mangy and damp." And the people from the other hill loudly proclaimed; "Yea, the people of the dry and dusty hill are buffoons that deserve no rest. our hill has water, and their's doesnt even have any trees on one side. Look at their pathetic hill."
Luckily for all the people,none of the land belonged to them anyway, and so only when royalty said how crap someone's hill was, was it okay to throw rocks at them.

And they relished arguing over the name of their creator, whom had gotten bored and given up years since, trying to control their tiny, insignificant politics, as he couldnt make head-nor-tail of where these people thought they were going. So the Lord made another world, and forgot all about that one, because he saw it wasnt all that good at all.

Now somewhere, someone is living happily ever after.
Let's hope its you, eh?

TEMET NOSCE, PRIMA IRRADIENT...  CARPE DIEM - TEMPUS EDAX IMPERATOR.
know thyself, illuminated one ... Sieze the Day, Time commands all things.

Anyone else wonder why the world runs like a low-budget B-list 'end-of-the-world' movie?
I mean, you're living in george orwell's 1984, and everyone seems pretty pleased with themselves.
This is about as wise as using flatulence for affluence in a small airtight container.
  • Listening to: my fishtank. it goes bubble, bubble
  • Reading: Carpe Jugulum, Terry Practhett
  • Watching: space go by @ 900 miles per second
  • Playing: at being human
  • Eating: I think i will forego food today.
  • Drinking: the elixer of youth O_O

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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?
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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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Once upon a time there was a great kingdom, that spanned a whole globe.
Their's was a long and eventful reign, ruled by heads of state that took orders from the great wizards,
Whom the public never saw, and lived in grand palaces fenced off from the sometimes tumultuous games that would play out around the kingdom.

They used little pieces of metal to keep the peace;
if you didn't have enough pieces of metal, life was hard.
Some people died because they couldn't get enough metal pieces...
their bodies were put to use on the rose gardens.

These scraps of alloy were to be exchanged for goods and services, so that the common man could buy back what he made.
If he tried to keep what he made for himself and his neighbours, he was charged with insighting terror in others,
and locked away in the dungeons for giving a loaf to the homeless. crimes less serious than this however were fine, and for killing the royal guards, or a picture-house full of people, he would have been locked away for a shorter time.

The Kingdom was a beautiful and amazing place, full of awe, and wonder.
The people were awed by their lack of choices;
the powerful were full of wonder that almost everyone let them do this.

At least once a day, people were compelled to plug themselves into a box in their homes,
That told them what the rulers said happened in the kingdom that day.
Usually the information regarded the princes and princesses of a magical thing called celebrity,
(which is way too complicated to explain in this happy little tale, but let us simply say that these special celebrities were more important than everyone else, and people loved them because they are what we should want to be.)

And the common people rejoiced, for one of the princesses was having a baby,
so at least everyone knew who were they meant to bow to next.
And she carried him around the kingdom, letting people see the child, so they could gasp in wonder as he breathed the same air as they did, and that he must wear nappies like a common child. They saw he was their species, and healthy,
and the people were well pleased.

In this magnificent, imperious and all-encompassing society, people from all countries felt the need to say "we are better than the people in that country next door, because we were born on this hill; and this hill is OBVIOUSLY better than that hill over there. That hill looks mangy and damp." And the people from the other hill loudly proclaimed; "Yea, the people of the dry and dusty hill are buffoons that deserve no rest. our hill has water, and their's doesnt even have any trees on one side. Look at their pathetic hill."
Luckily for all the people,none of the land belonged to them anyway, and so only when royalty said how crap someone's hill was, was it okay to throw rocks at them.

And they relished arguing over the name of their creator, whom had gotten bored and given up years since, trying to control their tiny, insignificant politics, as he couldnt make head-nor-tail of where these people thought they were going. So the Lord made another world, and forgot all about that one, because he saw it wasnt all that good at all.

Now somewhere, someone is living happily ever after.
Let's hope its you, eh?

TEMET NOSCE, PRIMA IRRADIENT...  CARPE DIEM - TEMPUS EDAX IMPERATOR.
know thyself, illuminated one ... Sieze the Day, Time commands all things.

Anyone else wonder why the world runs like a low-budget B-list 'end-of-the-world' movie?
I mean, you're living in george orwell's 1984, and everyone seems pretty pleased with themselves.
This is about as wise as using flatulence for affluence in a small airtight container.
  • Listening to: my fishtank. it goes bubble, bubble
  • Reading: Carpe Jugulum, Terry Practhett
  • Watching: space go by @ 900 miles per second
  • Playing: at being human
  • Eating: I think i will forego food today.
  • Drinking: the elixer of youth O_O
Imagine you look into a mirror, and the creature looking back...
is not you.
Imagine the creature you see looks intrisincly wrong, somehow.
What would you do? How would you feel?
Imagine the shock and horror, the feeling that this MUST be a dream...

And then how justified, and outlandish, you would feel, as doctor after doctor tells you they cannot explain away the differences between you and the rest of humanity. The differences are many but small.... the way your teeth sit, the way your eyes work.... the way your fingerprints curl. They call them throwback genes, or mutations of biological structure...

Now imagine you have lived in this same body for decades.
How would you feel, knowing you should be a different shape?
Knowing you are in fact, reincarnated as a species that is totally alien to you?
What would you do?

I have a pretty good idea who, and what I am.... and where I came from...
And now it is just a matter of working out why I chose to be here.
I know I am not unique, and have spoken with quite a few like me.
Prepare yourselves, people of earth. You are not alone.

Why are you here? Have you ever asked yourself this question?
If your only answer is personal gain, or a job....
Then you're lying to yourself.


TEMET NOSCE, PRIMA IRRADIENT...  CARPE DIEM - TEMPUS EDAX IMPERATOR.
know thyself, illuminated one ... Sieze the Day, Time commands all things.
  • Listening to: NOFX & Offspring
  • Reading: Carpe Jugulum, Terry Practhett
  • Watching: space go by @ 900 miles per second
  • Playing: Harmonica and Didgeridoo.
  • Eating: home-made bacon, leek and spinach soup
  • Drinking: the heady ether of life.
Upcoming projects are kinda in the air currently...
not sure what I will be doing next, as things are in suspended animation for now.
work has dried up and nothing is calling from the real world for my art.

...Been off drawing for a while,
some medical stuff been going on, and family stuff...
Will elaborate further in time.
On the plus side, generally things are good.
...ish.

Recently I have been re-thinking my artistic approach... again.
I guess its part of artist's block for some, but for me the flow of ideas seems to have kinda dried up recently.
i think it's to do with the previously mentioned medical stuff. 

Its not that the ideas aren't there, its rather that i just cant be happy with the direction they will go.
It's like I can see a direction i wanna go in, but cant put it into a straight forward enough place for me to draw them.
so rethinking things over, and adding to drawings i started years ago to keep my hand in...but im not really enjoying it.
Not sure what i do about that. Art used to be a way of life for me, but this past week or so, it just seems a hassle.

I guess the old adaj is true;
Nothing lasts. Everything is transient and ever-changing,
Everything is nothing, and all is one.
Quite the conundrum.

I imagine this will be like last time, and I'll come out on top. but things just get way too deep for me to even give my care to such trivial things as drawing. (never thought i would say that, but hey times change)
~I wish that life was straightforward and that we didnt have to contend with being such weak creatures racially.

...and of course, no matter how ill i may be, the groups i run gotta keep running, or i get irate messages from group members;
like "oh i didnt realise you had stuff to do other than ok my submissions - why did you start a group then?"
because i wasnt effing ill then. i had support from other co-founders in previous years.
now im on my own okaying submissions,
and neither art nor internet are the most important thing to my continued existence.
..and it really could be that serious.

Stay safe, artists of the world. Promise i will be back to upload more in the coming weeks.
love and peace be upon you all.
have a beautiful day.
  • Listening to: Enya + Enigma + Skrillex
  • Reading: Waiting for Godalming
  • Watching: space go by @ 900 miles per second
  • Playing: with pens and pencils
  • Eating: cheesy tuna pasta with veggies :P
  • Drinking: the heady ether of life.
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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Thanx for fave and love your work :D (Big Grin) 
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welcome! and you too! thanks for sharing :)
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as ever, the pleasure is mine sir :iconbowplz:
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