Green is not always the mark of jealousy!

Welcome back after a long sabbatical from the wallpaper blog! I will hope to make some more designs and better ones as time continues on! Still perusing my own craft with limited time constraints!

Green is not always a sign of jealousy, sometimes its pure bubbles of natural love bursting through the seems, flooding our lives with magic and wonder. Perhaps a beautiful stream that delivers us from our own internal turmoil and brings us some light hardheartedness!

Oh green how it seems that every moment we meet. I again reflect and believe! I see what you meant wen you say that its OK to dream. I love how you allow our hearts to live with your aired glow. The peace is in the green its what we seek yet we barely find. lets spend some time again so that we can mend the harm! lets spend more time together marveling at each others wonders, how you my friend can heal the souls of millions if only once again we'd stop to see what you have to bring! special in the summer and spring!

Its all in the Music

haven't done any art in a long long time and slowly (with the aid of all our public holidays) finally a chance to make something pretty again this one is from my youthful influence through music and the lights it has shined on most of my emotions I ever felt, clean but still distorted

No wall but perhaps a calendar would do?

Hello Wallpaper peeps so I haven't been able to design anything the past few weeks but I did manage to create a nice little calendar to use for January I hope you all like it have a look. . .

you can download it here:http://atblank.com/download/Atblank.com_January_2014.pdf

If not the hand that feeds the one that stops the sensational feeds. . .

Hello Funky wall peeps so I have closed a few blogs over the past few years and some big ones by that but I always try and find time for this special one you probably noticed that I have also started writing my weird babbling at the bottom of the images as well please take it as it comes its just a mirage of thoughts that created the work and should be taken as a open state however senseless it seems . . .The explanation of the components validity in reality and in essence the pulse of each little piece . . .

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If it wasn't for the occasional sad the sometimes, the downtime the loss and the remember of those that hurt I guess some works would never have been heard some progress would have for ever been forgotten some fragile states some dissolute destinations would never be reached some things would never be if it wasn't for the hex of those unkind gave to thee. . .some lights never shine where they should and some days never end good its all up to you . . .and if that be I guess it wrong that it should  but now the future has erased you the past have forgotten you a history made of dim gestures and forgotten ventures a delight in the glow of a flashlight in the grow of new life in trees and animals found it tight and light. . .does it drag you down or excel our highlighted scenes its the hand that stops the obscene from within its the fertility of action the dreams of a million thoughts and a million thoughts of dreams its the beginning and its the end stop thinking down lets face it way up there where it's all fair!

Before mindless turns to Madness it revolves around a little circle of light. . .

when the fuzzy beans turn to steam and the little things turn the screens its all up to mindfulness without motion and devotion without any negative notions, It's to raising glasses and shattered classes its the serene delivery of all your anguish in one lonely step its the negotiation between whats inside and what it takes to keep it all for the motion of simple notions and all for the tidings that brings new glories to the tables of those well fed by relentless restlessness and those looking through to end of another glass to substitute the reminiscence of that which where meant to destroy and by the graces of each breath it shall remain . . .inept. yet contributed to its devices in a singular moment of distraction the birth of this little fraction a multiple of void emotions unbounded through mindless oceans. . .

Keep your eyes open

Keep your eyes open don't let the world catch you slipping away from your sway don't drift away just keep your eyes open the eyes of your mind the eyes of your soul let your destiny never drift away never let it sway away its always another day another way just bare to stay and stay. . . .destiny awaits . . .

what you see is me

what you see is me is you is us in reflective assimilation of our combined thoughts mashed into an array of silent stares and missed wonders for all our timid cares its the splash in the mirror the drop on the ocean the thing on the wall its stretched out its shortened its you its me its us all. . .