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Fractal Artist: Georg Kiehne aka Xyrus02 {dartzine October 2011}


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the positive side of on y sta to es tri e sh t tha y sa n ca we s ce “Looking at her pie Sin-Nombre says g.” lin fee s thi ss pre ex to ed ne a s ha o life, and that she als

most of her pieces, to try to get the She goes for an innocent image on s speaks of a way to see life, Thi it. do to try l wil e Sh . life of e positive sid her rker feelings that may get close to also. We can see that instead of da kes the shadows go. At least, ma t tha sun the be l wil she life in her daily ces. that’s what she projects in her pie e, and *Solocosmo is not the sid rk da ir the s ha ne ryo eve Anyway, stly pieces, that mixed with her mo exception. She has some dark of completeness. She must g lin fee a ry lle ga her es giv , ces positive pie to recreate them, the difference is know both sides of life, to be able at is more important. The glass the way that we look and decide wh half full, or half empty. ength as the nice ones, or Her dark pieces have the same str than the positive even more; while they are less we can say. They pieces, they have more feeling, if ewire or mania, we are more thought, and on roots, liv , and how they are can see that the elements added us feel something. put on the scene, are done to make see, and I am We must have a reaction to what we she gets that very sure that most of the times, is a shame that reaction. Lastly, I must say that it overlooked, by most of her positive pieces are are not that the dark ones; as the nice thoughts but the pieces famous as their evil counterparts, are as good as the others. ment of their I would love for people to take a mo gallery, as time, and look very carefully at her she deserves a very good look.”


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Article by: Windmaker


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y earliest memory is of seeing a ghost. It was early morning; no one else was awake yet, but the sun was shining and I wanted to be up and playing. My cousins had spent the night, and I couldn’t wait for them to wake up and play. So I thought I’d go get them up myself. At the time, my brother had a bunk-bed. One of the cousins was on the top bunk, and he was on the bottom. The door was open, but at the last minute I felt chicken about waking them up. I hovered on the doorstep, just watching them. That’s when I noticed the third little boy. He was cuddled up next to my brother on the bottom bunk. He wasn’t under the covers; I could see his long white nightgown. He had longish blond hair, illuminated by the morning sun so that it almost glowed. His cheeks were chubby, and he was smiling in his sleep, just a little. I wasn’t scared. I just went back to my room and let them sleep. My brother didn’t remember the little boy who was sleeping next to him that morning. I think that’s why I didn’t tell anyone for so long. Then one evening, when I was in high school, my parents were telling me spooky rumors about ghosts in the neighborhood. Casually, trying to make it sound like it wasn’t that big of a deal, and maybe I had just imagined it, I mentioned seeing the little boy. My parents got very quiet. As it turns out, I wasn’t the first person to see him. In fact, he had a very long history. My grandmother had felt him crawl in bed with her on two separate occasions. Nervous guests had asked about the little boy who bothered them in the night for years. A tenant’s little girl had actually played with him. Even now, from time to time, someone will ask why one of the boys crawled in bed with them. My cousin was the latest.

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