The Big Bamboozle

The Big Bamboozle

The Big Bamboozle By Fredalupe!        It’s never too late. Never. No matter how far you’ve gone down that wrong road, you can always turn back. Surely we’ve all heard those words before; perhaps we’ve even all shared in that experience in our own way, hard to...
Winter’s Gift

Winter’s Gift

In a moment of perceived peace, a rare snow falls, each crystalline marvel mythically timed for that special evening only slightly distorted from it’s original solstice mark; each flake proof and testament to the power and fragility of human imagination and manifest...
Buddha in the Matrix

Buddha in the Matrix

Lucky us! Once again we have Jan Kasparec’s imagination empowering us all with a painting that really speaks for itself, of us, our strange society, our even stranger civilization; a world in which the strains of cultures swirl in a cacophony of chaos, where some teem...
Raven Magic

Raven Magic

Give me knowledge, so I may have kindness for all. Plains Indian   I imagine many of us feel affinities and even kinship towards living creatures beyond the usual human assortment of nuts in a box.   I imagine were it not for that other company many of us would...
Have No fear Freedom is Near

Have No fear Freedom is Near

Well, hopefully we haven’t scared too many people away with MearOne’s fabulous painting titled David and Goliath. Here it is in its glory outside the frame of our cover, dystopic scene intact, with chemtrails and finger-flipping, and a much clearer view of Davids’...
Red Roses Spring

Red Roses Spring

  A Thousand Words, I hear a picture would be faster. Yet here we are. Well, let’s see if that holds true. I’m known for alacrity, although brevity’s a bitch. For a thousand pictures though I hear that a symbol would do instead. I’ve got a quite few of those in...
Upon the Anvil of my Heart

Upon the Anvil of my Heart

With each thunderous strike that cracks me open, the hammering out of torturously bent and twisted parts, ever accompanied by a pitiless beating, as remorseless and endless as the waves of the sea itself, I cannot help but ask: what is being forged here from the raw...
Through the Gates of Change

Through the Gates of Change

There have been so many changes of late that, to my seeing eye, they merge into one inexorable force, the details of which become a froth of less interest than that of the spectacle of Power itself moving, of Intent manifesting before us all, of wonder at the mystery...