world and the word were both born from silence. Order drawn from chaos;
a way of defining that which is beyond definition; a way of telling the
person beside you what you see -- how things appear from your place in
the mess; a means of hope. Maybe that is why I love words. I admit I am
addicted to the written word. I cannot remember a time when I was not addicted
to it. Written words are not like people; they demand committment but not
consideration. They do not turn and alter their voice and their meaning
when you turn away from them or give them to another. They provide doorways
to places where security is guaranteed. Always.
Michael Parkes - "Gargoyles"
Welcome to a piece of insanity just a bit apart from
the rest of the world. Come in, sit down, pour yourself a pint of Guinness.
. . . . This page is created by a lover of art of every variety. To create
is to undertake the greatest act of which man is capable. We each create
the world we choose to live in every day -- it's your world, you can change
Ivy Dreams: pieces of the Endless Knot and the Oherworld