"That is not Death,
which can eternal lie,
yet with strange Aeons,
even death may die."
(H.P.Lovecraft)

1."Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink."

2."One after one, by the star-dogged Moon,
Too quick for groan or sigh,
Each turned his face with a ghastly pang,
And cursed me with his eye.
Four times fifty living men,
(And I heard nor sigh nor groan)
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
They dropped down one by one."

(Samuel Tailor-Coleridge)

"Your final breath is in the Air,
poor white and moving fast.
Oh to be in England, the Time is Coming.
Who's afraid"

(The Art Of Noise)

At the Age of 14 i draw some Pictures. Aquarell and Black Ink on Drawing Paper. I have my own Style. What is this Style? NAIV? Or what? I don't know. It was a Phase, a feelling of----- I'm not Van Gogh, I'm not Da Vinci. Without any Talent i drawing my Feelings on Paper. The Motives are an Mix from Sci Fi, Fantasy and my own Imagination. Now i want to take this online. I wait for your Coments. Hate it or Love it?