Bleeding Art I find myself standing in a lush world of grass and trees with miles of endless rivers that seem to wrap around this utopia of balance. In this place I find harmony in the chaotic world that exist beyond these borders. When I close my eyes I can feel the wind passing through my hair, each strand weaving in and out as if it was no longer an extension of myself but rather an element of the air around me. Overwhelmed with this sense of belonging to something grander than my own existence I find myself unable to escape it. The bright swirls of colors that compose this desolate realm begin to fade. The once beautiful trees wilt, its leaves slowly fall to the ground becoming nothing more than an image of death embedded in my mind. The ground opens up as if the world is trying to tear itself apart in order to reveal that it is nothing more than bruised flesh and horrifying scars. This world was denial resurrected from the ashes of regret and pain, destined to arise again to haunt my soul with that which I fear to confront. I open my eyes to allowing them to focus on the canvas in front of me. For what started as a beautiful painting is now darker and more disturbed then ever imagined. My original intention of projecting my happiness and dreams into a visual masterpiece has become tainted by the demons within myself. I am doomed to never wake up from this dream world of elegant beauty and horrid mutilation; it is and always will be the only thing I have ever known. 1/21/08 I am stuck at a call center bored off my ass so I used paint to make a picture and wrote a little thing for it. I hope you like it. I am horrible with writting so I didn't expect it to be perfect. I am woking on a 3d render in c4d off the same image but I am still currently modeling it.