Jon Foreman is a UK-based artist who creates impressive land artworks with stones, leaves and seashells
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What is the red hair topic?
I have not dived deep into the topic of Secret societies, nor do I plan too. I dont know for sure, but have a feeling many of these groups use the ‘mystic arts’ to increase and maintain power, like the dark side of the force in SW. Or like the ring of power in LOTR:
I think these Siddhis can be used for good, or evil. And when it comes to increasing or maintaining ones power, I think it always results in them being used for evil.
I posted the pic of the mag becuase I do think it represents the eye of God, and I think people have deluded themselves throughout history doing things in the name of God, when it was really in the name of their egos.
It would not shock me if Hitler had psychic gifts. Nor would it shock me to find out that his intentions were initially pure when he tried to lead the Germans out of terible suffering. I think eventually though the power got to his head, and he became a huge force for evil.
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Never heard of him before.
Awsome pics, he does really amazing work. Kind of reminds me of the sand or wax Mandalas the monks make.
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Have to smile at this focus. We spent a year in Slovenia in 2003-04 and I started to do a book on the different shades of red headed women we encountered. I had to stop eventually because every day a new shade would spontaneously arise and I couldn’t keep up!
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I really like these…! Beautiful…colourful…impressive! The petemakela ones.
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My eyeball(s) in the morning . . .
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The article doesnt explain what the dark space (lines) is in the ‘outer cloud’.
The lines that make it look like its devided into a 12 piece pie.
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lol, I remember this, I was just confused by your wording, still am.
Would not shock me if someone, somewhere still has a lock of his hair, and could put this debate to rest.
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Why you delete?
Wanted to watch that video. 
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Stole this poem from a deer friend of mine:
"A drop fell on the apple tree
Emily Dickinson
A drop fell on the apple tree
Another on the roof;
A half a dozen kissed the eaves,
And made the gables laugh.
A few went out to help the brook,
That went to help the sea.
Myself conjectured, Were they pearls,
What necklaces could be!
The dust replaced in hoisted roa
The birds jocoser sung;
The sunshine threw his hat away,
The orchards spangles hung.
The breezes brought dejected
And bathed them in the glee;
The East put out a single flag,
And signed the fete away"
The second stanza I think is a true gem:
A few went out to help the brook,
That went to help the sea.
Myself conjectured, Were they pearls,
What necklaces could be!
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November 11 in the USA, World War 1 Armistice Day, is celebrated as Veteran’s Day, to honor those men and women who fought for this country, often sacrificing their bodies, minds and for many, their lives in the process. A few other countries have similar days to honor their veterans, often on the same anniversary of the end of “The World War.” This year, I created a couple of paintings for two local Veteran’s Art Shows, based upon lucid dreams I’ve had about my own military career and similar traumatic experiences. I call these paintings, "A Veteran’s Remembrance Chapel (1 & 2), which I share below.
Note: Clicking on them will make them larger.
A Veteran’s Remembrance Chapel (1)
A Veteran’s Remembrance Chapel (2)
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Thank you for your service and sacrifice. Very cool to see the Chapel honors those who gave so much for this country, our freedoms, and our way of life. Beautiful artwork, you can tell a lot of heart was put into their creation.
Found these to be esspecially moving:
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Really enjoyed that. Andrews says, after enough time and consistency, these habits start to do you. That pic sums it up beautifully.
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(psychedelics induced?)
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Peter Makala. This piece is dedicated to the millions of women who offer milk to Shiva every morning with devotion, past, present and future. To Dionysian snake revelers still dancing in the space somewhere. Devoted pilgrims of all traditions. To those who see things that are non material and to those who don’t but who have faith that they are as real as anything else. Cactus eaters and the inventors of mead. Those who circumambulate both clockwise and counterclockwise. There are countless beings without a body in the space waiting to take human birth, this and all of my paintings and drawings are for them. Land Painting #98 19 x 27 cm Ink, watercolor and colored pencil on paper
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