• 10 mil (0.25 mm) thick
• Slightly glossy
• Fingerprint resistant
• Paper sourced from Japan
Now you can own your one-of-a-kind print, they are first come first serve so grab it if you want before they are gone. Listings will be by the date they were created and describe what was going on that day that led to its creation, a diary of sorts. This is the first step in a new way of working for me that helps me with my health issues so that I can still offer my art to the public and still focus on my recovery.
In the celestial realm, a tribe of ethereal beings glided through the heavens, their luminous forms draped in robes that mirrored the boundless cosmos. With wings aglow like the deepest amethyst, they safeguarded the cosmic balance.
An update on what I have been working on lately, hope you like it!
Here is the full set of Wallpapers! A link to the full size versions will be in the Newsletter that goes out later today. Thanks again for visiting my site, and signing up for the newsletter. If you haven’t already signed up for the newsletter, you can find it on the right side of the blog in the latest post section.
I’ll be giving this set away to everyone that signs up for my newsletter as soon as I am done with them! Stay tuned!
My favorite music to listen to is Handspan Music specifically Malte Marten. I really want to learn to play the handpan but it looks pretty complicated and I’m not sure it would be good for me since I have nerve damage and repetitive movement can get painful. I do love that sound though, I can listen to it all day and never tire of the magical sounds it makes.
Here is the full set of the Golden Towers series, prints available soon!
In the heart of existence, an ethereal golden tower rises, transcending the physical realm with its abstract brilliance. Its form defies conventional geometry, manifesting as a metaphysical entity that seems to resonate with cosmic energies. This transcendent tower, bathed in a celestial golden glow, symbolizes the convergence of the material and the metaphysical. As the cosmic light interplays with its enigmatic structure, the tower becomes a conduit for contemplation on the metaphysical nature of reality. Its presence beckons observers to ponder the mysteries of existence, inviting them to explore the limitless realms beyond the tangible, where the golden hues shimmer as an ethereal testament to the sublime.
I’ve been working on this new series called Golden Towers….more to come!
In the heart of existence, an ethereal golden tower rises, transcending the physical realm with its abstract brilliance. Its form defies conventional geometry, manifesting as a metaphysical entity that seems to resonate with cosmic energies. This transcendent tower, bathed in a celestial golden glow, symbolizes the convergence of the material and the metaphysical. As the cosmic light interplays with its enigmatic structure, the tower becomes a conduit for contemplation on the metaphysical nature of reality. Its presence beckons observers to ponder the mysteries of existence, inviting them to explore the limitless realms beyond the tangible, where the golden hues shimmer as an ethereal testament to the sublime.
Beneath the vast canvas, the day takes flight, As the sun bestows its warm, golden light. Without elaborate words, a subtle praise, Nature dances freely in the sun's embrace.
- LONNIE CHRISTOPHER
In the fertile basin, where emerald waves unfold, Beneath expansive veils, nature's tale is told. No mention of verdant hues, just life's vibrant sway, Underneath the vast cloaks, where dreams find their way. No towering billows, yet a grand presence looms, In the vast expanse, where fertility blooms.
- LONNIE CHRISTOPHER
Within the obscured chapters, a resilient gleam, A quiet radiance in moments unseen. No surrender to the veiled abyss, Just subtle sparks that persist. No hushed defeat, only unwavering climbs, In the persistent triumph over shadowed times.
- LONNIE CHRISTOPHER
In the quiet dawn of a fresh start, Where echoes of endings softly depart. No lingering shadows from the past, Just whispers of hope that forever last. No scripted tales, just a canvas white, In the birth of new beginnings, light.
Lonnie Christopher