The Shaman & the Alien
Tells the story of their legendary first meeting in the Fall of 1858 near what is now Pilar, New Mexico.
Tells the story of their legendary first meeting in the Fall of 1858 near what is now Pilar, New Mexico.
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Sunday, November 16, 2014
Sunday, November 2, 2014
Burgundy Wink
"Burgundy Wink," digital art by M. D. Friedman
A Drinking Song
BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
Friday, October 31, 2014
Dogged
This one is called "Dogged". No photographs were harmed in the process of making this piece.
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Sunday, October 19, 2014
Sunday, October 12, 2014
He Knew
Something a little different from by digital paint brush. I hope you like it. More at www.mdfriedman.com.
Monday, October 6, 2014
Bird's Eye View
My latest digital painting. The pixels are still wet.
It's called "Bird's Eye View."
It's about magical healing.
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Algal Bloom, a Digital Painting by M. D. Friedman
The inspiration for this piece came from being locked into an eye to eye connection with an alpha frog in a nearby wetlands. I was enjoying the connection, feeling his wildness, as we somehow morphed together in a primordial forest, very peaceful yet somehow always underneath what I normally perceive as the wetlands...
More at www.mdfriedman.com.
Monday, July 28, 2014
acrophobia (on a painting by Pat Orban)
acrophobia
rain bites skin
chills bones
among warm speckled rays
thunder hems & haws clears its throat of sky
lilac whiffs with languid wind and that smell
when rain first tames the dust brings me
to who I am (in this cage of dying skin)
the old man rambled can’t work in the lightening
I had to agree it was a yellow afternoon
and there is no place better to stand
than where your feet meet the ground
I wouldn’t go up there either
not if I had a say
not now probably never
Sunday, July 20, 2014
I Shot the Serif (on a painting by Pat Orban)
I Shot the Serif
these bricks
I labor to layer
like sturdy scars
imprison me
as certainly as
the runaway train
roaring through my brain
jumps the track of reason
sharp barb lurks in the dark
the point is silence
I move between the taste
of rust and blood
hook slides from jaw
with the simplicity of gravity
I swish free smoothly slipping
beneath the quivered surface
burnt dusk oozes from the eye of night
cloistered with pain and wormy delusion
the dangling trap drifts beyond
I forage shimmering in the infinite dawn
Monday, May 26, 2014
Red Birds and Pink Elephant
Digital Painting by M. D. Friedman
full gallery of digital art work at http://mdfriedman.com/galleries/DigArtGal/index.html
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