121 - Sylar113

The texture and depth of the paint in this digital landscape is remarkably organic, fooling us into believing it were traditional media at first.

by: Sylar113

— John: [gazing the moon and stars] So… what do you think they really are? The stars, I mean. — River: I… I've never told anyone, but… I've always though they were lighthouses. Billions of lighthouses…stuck at the far end of the sky. — John: Wow, it must be so lively up there. — River: But it isn't. [John looks to River for a beat] They can see all the other lighthouses out there, and they want to talk to them. But they can't, because they're all too far apart to hear what the others are saying. All they can do…is shine their lights for afar. …So that's what they do. They shine their lights at the other lighthouses, and at me. — John: Why you? — River: Because one day... I'm going to befriend one of them.     Art by Sylar113

landscape #31 by Sylar113

Sketching from the Imagination: Fantasy

O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That flies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. WILLIAM BLAKE "The Sick Rose"

sp #120 - Sylar113