Nahuatl, have we learnt from our mistakes through history. Symbolic of lost words we but can only move forwards. Languages are lost only the few are trying to be kept alive. Do we need to learn the answer is yes.
The butterfly created mixed media, charcoal and soft pastel tones. Imported to photoshop and digitally manipulated. I am a experimental artist, always looking for new techniques and processes. I have had this described as a water angel. I understand everyone sees art differently. I imagined coming out of darkness with a new aura into a new day. I would love to read your vision.
Available to invest in on MakersPlace as a NFT. Experimental mixed media.
~ Nicholas ~
Thank you for your support.
Hold fast to your dreams I leave unrepentantly slow.
Down these roads watching light pass we are free.
Layers never told come to me on my last word forever,
Talking in wavelengths there is a consequence to life.
You are love there is no question to be answered.
We have angels caress tonight this for ever no end,
Specks of light through dreams of you, I know you care.
See yourself upon skies healing broken hearts a chance.
Mirrored echoed full circles in this night never told,
Be in happiness I wish upon you your freedom now.
Inconsequence walking fields of remembrance.
You came to me on soothing words of wisdom this honour,
You are my salvation I wished for you on despair in desolation.
Never give passing nights of loneliness this matters not.
The hurt is real we cannot change this fact take the stance,
No words to heal only but yourself we are born alone.
© Nicholas Leslie MMXVIII Progressive Poetry, Fragmented
The Message From the Machine.
A print that came from nowhere a old file must have processed.
I cannot remember writing this and cannot find the file anywhere.
And it is my work and it printed twice?
A4, Black Mount with a Aperture of 9″ x 6″ inches. Backing board biodegradable packaging.
The birth of the wolf moon from yesterday don’t brake my heart. Cried for the fist time early years hello goodbye this time new. Blistered soul across deserts without fear ride the way to God. Longley toning through landscapes grasp from the heart tonight.