Description And in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.Theres a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heavens and hells whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.Its not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.Its an option of the voice,Its a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But heres our story anyway.Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it simply wants to win,And to just take over me.Have a purpose, bend the world,Act out upon your wishes, and ______ will love you a lotThats what light then says to me,Because it wants to set me free.Winning slightly over me.But this cage of gold so shiny, it will shield you from untrueAnd protect you from the odd,Nothing inside its walls can harm you,In your own little world!Whispers darkness in my ear,Only me you should now hear,And with me you will survive,And with my help you will strive,And achieve your paradise,In illusions disguise!With no hardships and no pain,Every task you will then tame!The light sternly yells at me:These are lies as they can be!If your world is build on lies,Then yourself you will despise.And illusions paradise,Will fall down on you.Crashing, burning, dying, crying are your dreamsAnd uprooted is your tree!And no longer will you seeWhere to go or what to be!When you face your final trial, what will the judge say to thee?
Vitaly S Alexius, Toronto/Ontario Member Since August 2006 Artist Statement I was born in the year 1984, in Novokuznetsk, Siberian Russia.
On April 11/1997 fate has given me an unexpected twist and by means of aerial transportation I was thrown about 5555 miles across the Atlantic Ocean to Toronto, Canada.
Since 2000, I’ve been tutoring on the subject of drawing and painting. In 2002, I've learned Photoshop and have been using it ever since, to develop an innovative, digital-art style , which I gave a name - "Dreaminism".
Currently I'm working as a photographer/freelance illustrator, painting more chapters for the "Romantically Apocalyptic" graphic novel and doing commissions on the side such as concept art, book illustrations and cd covers.