Now, dear Mr. Finnimore, I implore you to relax and indulge yourself like a deity on sabbatical, refraining from venturing outside. Surely you would only become disoriented in Heliopolis, given the labyrinthine nature of the roads in Kapelavaster, especially after navigating the calvary, the North Umbrian, the Fibs Barrow, and Waddling’s Raid, followed by the … Continue reading Here Comes Everybody’s Karma (13)
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Once upon a time, in a distant age, during the ancient days, when Adam toiled the earth and his wife spun sylvan waters, when the mountainous man was adored by all and the first true lover who ever gazed upon his beloved with devoted eyes, and all lived in harmony with one another, Jarl van … Continue reading Here Comes Everybody’s Karma (12)
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From the magnificent isle of triangular Touche-a-terre, nestled amidst the lush wet prairie, emerged Paddy Wippingham and his entourage, as they navigated their way to the bounty of prohibitive pomeracs. Their arrival sent ripples through our tranquil surroundings, leaving an air of opulence that none could rival. Some may strive to divide or conquer, but … Continue reading Here Comes Everybody’s Karma (11)
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In this exquisite playbook, an enchanting array of signs unfolds for the inquisitive mind. Let us delve into a world already expounded upon by "Mutt and Jute," a world that resonates with the tales of countless generations. They reveled, loved, and departed, leaving behind only echoes of their existence. Alas, dominion now belongs to the … Continue reading Here Comes Everybody’s Karma (10)
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In the name of Onan, who is this man on the hill wearing tattered garments, standing alone? Who might the notable figure be? His misshapen body, his shriveled feet. He has crooked toes, this short-legged man, and behold, those chest muscles, so mysterious. He is savoring a midday meal from something's skull. He appears to … Continue reading Here Comes Everybody’s Karma (9)
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For centuries untold, the cornflowers have adorned the fields of Ballymun, the dusk rose has claimed the hedges of Goatstown, and the intertwining tulips have graced the sweet Rush in the mesmerizing dance of the twilight. The whitethorn and the Redhorn have enchanted the may valleys of Knockmaroon, standing resilient against the passing of numerous … Continue reading Here Comes Everybody’s Karma (8)
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Hear? By the mausoleum wall. Fimfim fimfim. With a grand funeral. Dumdum dumdum. It is the octophone which overcomes obstacles. Listen! Wheatstone's magical lyre. They will be continuing forever. They will be listening everywhere. They will be gracefully dancing together. The enchanting music shall belong to them for eternity. Finnegan's Wake Hear? By the mausolime … Continue reading Here Comes Everybody’s Karma (7)
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She has carefully arranged the coachman's lantern to better snoop (whoever is cute goes backward and whispers around) and all stolen goods go into her knapsack: silk ribbons and shimmering buttons, soft slippers and flasks from all corners of the world, musical instruments and sacred amulets, maps, keys, and piles of coins, along with jeweled … Continue reading Here Comes Everybody’s Karma (6)
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Marvel at Toffeethief, the most cunning of eavesdroppers, surveilling from the grand Cape at Hope’s End. Behold the old big Stonewall Wellington, a venerable monument of bygone eras. Here you have the young bachelors with the stiff upper lip and Hyena Hennessy, who erupts into boisterous laughter at the sight of Wellington picking up half … Continue reading Here Comes Everybody’s Karma (5)
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Opposite this ethereal spectacle beyond Hill Sixty, lies a hollowed realm! At the terraced fort's edges, resonates the lurking presence of the cunning adversaries, eagerly anticipating the opportune moment for their deceptive maneuvers. Hence, as the clouds roll by, Jamey, one can enjoy a splendid view of the grandeur of our majestic mount, now the … Continue reading Here Comes Everybody’s Karma (4)
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Mighty was the first to don armor and claim a name: Wassail Booslaeugh of Riesengeborg. His heraldic crest, emblazoned in green with shimmering silver embellishments, displayed a fearsome, horned he-goat in pursuit. His shield was divided horizontally, with radiant archers drawn on a deep blue background. Huzzah for the husband wielding his hoe.Ho ho ho, … Continue reading Here Comes Everybody’s Karma (3)
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Past the original dwelling of Eve and Adam, the river extends from the curve of the shore to the bend of the bay, leads us through a conveniently traversable village of recurrence back to Howth Castle and its surrounding areas. Sir Tristram, a player of love's music, crossing the short sea, had recently returned from … Continue reading Here Comes Everybody’s Karma (2)
Here Comes Everybody’s Karma
After being absent on this forum for a couple of months, I can now resurface with a new project that has been absorbing all my time and energy. I'm planning to launch this novel during the Bloomsday Festival in Dublin on June 11th between 6 - 8 pm at The Hole In The Wall Pub, … Continue reading Here Comes Everybody’s Karma
Being Busy
Hallo beautiful people on the internet. Probably few people will have noticed that I've been fading out of the internet during the last two months. This trend will probably continue till the summer, because I'm working on an exciting new project that absorbs most of my time, energy, and attention. At this stage the whole … Continue reading Being Busy
Poetry in the Dark. Acrylic on canvas 120 x 120 cm by Shaharee Vyaas (2023)
‘Darkness’: A Poem by Lord Byron I had a dream, which was not all a dream.The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the starsDid wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earthSwung blind and blackening in the moonless air;Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day, And men forgot their … Continue reading Poetry in the Dark. Acrylic on canvas 120 x 120 cm by Shaharee Vyaas (2023)
Salvador Mundi
Dalí's unique artistic style and innovative approach continue to have a profound impact on the art world, influencing countless artists across various movements such as surrealism and pop art. His exploration of dreams and the subconscious has paved the way for future artists to delve into the depths of their own minds, challenging traditional perspectives … Continue reading Salvador Mundi
The Big Migration. Acrylic on canvas 76.2 x 76.2 cm by Shaharee Vyaas (2023)
I have been thinking carefully about this work for the past two years, and the vision that it contains came to fruition while intermittently working on it over the past year. The Big Migration is a surrealist painting depicting a fantastical migration of humanity through the solar system, but it also carries a deeper message … Continue reading The Big Migration. Acrylic on canvas 76.2 x 76.2 cm by Shaharee Vyaas (2023)
Kundalini. Acrylic on canvas 76.2 x 76.2 cm by Shaharee Vyaas (2023)
DNA and genetics allow us to explore the universe within ourselves. With modern science, we have discovered that the cosmos and our bodies are interconnected. Understanding the vital role DNA plays in our existence and the world around us can help shed light on the mysteries of the universe. By unlocking the secrets of our … Continue reading Kundalini. Acrylic on canvas 76.2 x 76.2 cm by Shaharee Vyaas (2023)
Azrael. Acrylic on a black canvas 52 x 78 cm by Shaharee Vyaas.
Azrael is the fifth installation of a series of five #paintings I’ve made around a time that coincides with the yearly festival of #Halloween 2023. The frames contain some earlier reflections I had about the aftermath of the recent #pandemic. The stylistic concept deviates substantially from most of my other works, although parallels can be … Continue reading Azrael. Acrylic on a black canvas 52 x 78 cm by Shaharee Vyaas.
Fear. Acrylic on a black canvas 80 x 60 cm by Shaharee Vyaas (2023)
Fear is the fourth installation of a series of five #paintings I’ve made around a time that coincides with the yearly festival of #Halloween 2023. The frames contain some earlier reflections I had about the aftermath of the recent #pandemic. The stylistic concept deviates substantially from most of my other works, although parallels can be … Continue reading Fear. Acrylic on a black canvas 80 x 60 cm by Shaharee Vyaas (2023)
The Maharajagar 