40% Off Kind of Blue II Artwork

UrbanCentrX Digital Arts Gallery has released its latest addition of gallery art exhibition. It is entitled: Kind of Blue II Celebrating the meditative rage of blue, more than a color blue is a mood, an emotion and/ or psychedelic metaphor pulling back the layers of melancholy and murderous mayhem. You don’t just see blue it overwhelms the senses sending all who experience it into a feverish frenzy, high from the exchange one is never left the same. Kind of Blue II is the artistic expression of Thurman A. Williams, Digital Artist, Photographer and Curator of UrbanCentrX Digital Art Gallery.
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Kind of Blue II – Mini Tour

UrbanCentrX Digital Arts Gallery has released its latest addition of gallery art exhibition. It is entitled: Kind of Blue II Celebrating the meditative rage of blue, more than a color blue is a mood, an emotion and/ or psychedelic metaphor pulling back the layers of melancholy and murderous mayhem. You don’t just see blue it overwhelms the senses sending all who experience it into a feverish frenzy, high from the exchange one is never left the same. Kind of Blue II is the artistic expression of Thurman A. Williams, Digital Artist, Photographer and Curator of UrbanCentrX Digital Art Gallery.
Take the Virtual Tour of Kind of Blue II:
https://publish.exhibbit.com/…/017305…/marble-gallery-10404/
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The lonely Only One knows

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There comes a time in every life when one must go inside to find whatever it is that their destiny holds. You may not always find the ideal answer but you will find truth and whether you are able to deal with this truth or not will determine your walk from this point forward.
Denial is the enemy here. Resist the urge to deny the mirrors reflection. Cognitive dissonance will try and convince you that you are more or less than this moment of truth. Embrace it and move forward from this point, ordering your steps the truth that has revealed itself.
I wrote “the lonely only one knows” at a low point and not to say that it delivered me but it was very therapeutic none the less. It reminded me that all those things that had been hidden from me, even my very soul is knowable if i would only do the soul-work. .

of that which i had cursed…

how do i please thee

so easily blue

so quick to eruption

yet painfully true

her heart bares a silence

that is soulfully new

creatively mischief

how did i become the fool

fought so long to find favor

what i found was a friend

one to laugh at all my anger

not as mockery

but to show the hypocrisy

of that which i had cursed

for in my misery

she would cling to me

while convincing me

of my worth

so i thank her with my verse

and as a poet that is my death

all the flesh and blood that I have left…

I Thank You

truth that shows itself only to call me a liar

except for that  incessant hum i imagine death to be this. Not that empty silence of nothingness but  a constant dreamily reminder of what could have been had you  made different decisions. Wading through cesspools of pretended smiles, back staving  beast and the occasional pleasantry of truth that shows itself only to call me a liar. i the chameleon, who has run out of colors to mask my contempt can no longer pretend that horrible shit isn’t happening, just because it isn’t happening to me. Unless we are able to truly see another we can never really know their hunger for just wanting to be.  We are the creatures who crawled upon our bellies salvaging for the scraps  that those who above us born with wings that  only know half the story leaving us to  fed upon their glory…when we go away we don’t die we are cocooned  to accept the  beauty of our new existence, Without sound we know where we belong but without voice we don’t have a song