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HOPE FULFILLED.

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FERAL.

noreply@blogger.com (Gurualayah) — Thu, 25 Dec 2014 14:20:00 +0000

Picture of new cat. : )

SUNBURST.

noreply@blogger.com (Gurualayah) — Thu, 25 Dec 2014 13:28:00 +0000

INDIGENOUS ART.

noreply@blogger.com (Gurualayah) — Thu, 25 Dec 2014 13:23:00 +0000

Scene: ESTABLISHING.

noreply@blogger.com (Gurualayah) — Thu, 25 Dec 2014 13:19:00 +0000

DOODLE.

noreply@blogger.com (Gurualayah) — Thu, 25 Dec 2014 12:57:00 +0000

CHARACTER ART.

noreply@blogger.com (Gurualayah) — Thu, 25 Dec 2014 12:53:00 +0000

COSTUME DESIGN.

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VOID.

noreply@blogger.com (Gurualayah) — Sun, 28 Sep 2014 20:43:00 +0000

Absolutely nothing; or, everything. Found that art dwells, in the emotion and mind, of it's consumer.

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REBIRTH.

noreply@blogger.com (Gurualayah) — Mon, 18 Aug 2014 21:01:00 +0000

While visiting exhibit, many seemed to gravitate and comment, on the painting above.

Noted.

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RAW ARTISTS EVENT.

noreply@blogger.com (Gurualayah) — Mon, 18 Aug 2014 20:36:00 +0000

Excellent time. Enjoyed speaking with everyone.

Thank you, for visiting my first live exhibition. I, truly, appreciated meeting you.

Thanks again.

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A VIRTUAL GAME - Umore Onu.

noreply@blogger.com (Gurualayah) — Mon, 04 Aug 2014 12:22:00 +0000

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JEAN - MICHEL BASQUIAT.

noreply@blogger.com (Gurualayah) — Mon, 04 Aug 2014 11:06:00 +0000

Documentary, By Tamra Davis.

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CELESTIAL.

noreply@blogger.com (Gurualayah) — Wed, 09 Jul 2014 13:16:00 +0000

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LIGHT HARBINGER.

noreply@blogger.com (Gurualayah) — Wed, 09 Jul 2014 12:54:00 +0000

You are cordially invited, to my first public event. For more information:

rawartists.org/Gurualayah

Invite a friend.

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FAMILY FARM.

noreply@blogger.com (Gurualayah) — Wed, 09 Jul 2014 12:48:00 +0000

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SUSTENANCE.

noreply@blogger.com (Gurualayah) — Wed, 09 Jul 2014 12:44:00 +0000

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HEAVEN.

noreply@blogger.com (Gurualayah) — Fri, 13 Jun 2014 15:51:00 +0000

This was a first attempt, in fine art. Some believe this looks like a bunny; or, rabbit.
Ok. If this is what you see. Some cultures, if you look closely, see it for what it is.

Heaven.

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FATHER'S DAY.

noreply@blogger.com (Gurualayah) — Fri, 13 Jun 2014 12:27:00 +0000

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EXILED.

noreply@blogger.com (Gurualayah) — Tue, 09 Oct 2012 13:19:00 +0000

An Interstellar / Quantum Universal Sci-Fantasy ..?

In the beginning, there were three great forces. They called each other by name: The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit. And, all was good.

Then behold: they send, The Son, out into the void. The Son, being the embodiment of life, speaks to nothing; and, something became. Then the Son spoke to this something, and this something became Heaven. And, all was good.

The Father, with The Holy Spirit; conferred with The Son. They say, “Let us make living beings; imbued with some of our power. They will do our bidding; but, will have the freedom to choose: a will to do, and, not to do.”

So, behold. The Son speaks to nothing; and nothing became something. This something, that came from nothing; became. Then, The Son speaks to the something; and the something morphs and forms, into a fantastic creature: a being too beautiful, to define.

The Father; The Son; and The Holy Spirit say, “We will call this one, Lucifer; and, all his kind, we will call angels. They will be our messengers, throughout Heaven; and all creation.” And, all was good.

The Son, again, speaks to nothing; and nothing, became something. Slowly, this something starts morphing; forming billions of entities: creatures of pure light, and dancing flame. All to be given life, powers, and purpose. And, all was good.

The Traveling

Then, The Father; The Son; and The Holy Spirit say, ”Let us make other creatures; let us make other worlds: filling all of creation, with our glory. And, it was so.

They being God converse and plan. Then behold: The Son, the creator of all; chooses to inspect creation. Lucifer, the first of his kind, and an arch angel; would travel with The Son.

Eternity moves unto, continued, eternity. God would expand creation; and, The Son would continue to inspect God’s domain. Lucifer continues to travel with The Son; enjoying his proximity, and the status of his station. And, all was good.

Then, There Was War

The Father and The Holy Spirit agree, saying, “ Let us meet !! ” So, behold: The Father, The Holy Spirit, and The Son; all being God, gather. But, they did not confer with Lucifer; for, he was not God. And, all was not good.

Lucifer was the most beautiful. He was the most powerful, of the created beings; leader of the heavenly host; and present at the birth of many of Heaven’s wonders. Even, witnessing the beginnings of man. However, all was not good.

All was not good, for where light stood, became darkness. Where darkness stood, became envy; and where envy stood, became anger. Where anger stood, became death. Lucifer, being the created; wanted to be, the creator. He being created now wanted to be, God. And, all was not good.

Then, the “sharing” began. The seeds of envy formed into doubt. Doubt was shared. Seeds of doubt formed distrust; and distrust was shared. Seeds of distrust, congealed into a revolt; and one revolt, became many. For, all was not good.

Many revolts expanded into campaigns, of rebellion. One of these campaigns was a plot against the very life, of The Son. This meant war: a war in heaven. Suddenly, there was a sound of many thunders; fierce lighting, and crackling flame. Finally it happened: Lucifer, the proven enemy of creation, was cast out. A portal in time and space rips open; and with great force, one third of the angels, fall from eternity’s grasp.

Hope

There was woe and mourning, throughout Heaven, and all creation. Yet, all was not lost. The Godhead had conferred; and, had planned. Their purpose was in the Son. The Son, now, was called Jesus; and, Jesus being called, The Christ.

Epilogue

Some where in The East, there was a gathering; of great and very wise men. They pondered, “What of this star, which moves in the heavens?” …………………

..................................................................…. The End??

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EMERALD CITY.

noreply@blogger.com (Gurualayah) — Wed, 05 Sep 2012 14:29:00 +0000

To explore more, view all blog posts; and check out My Portfolio, at right.

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EXCELLENT READ.

noreply@blogger.com (Gurualayah) — Wed, 18 Jul 2012 19:44:00 +0000

" Many of us, don't know; because we, just, don't know. " Maybe, I am too much of an optimist, to believe that racial healing and harmony can be reached. Yet, it is that forward thinking, which makes AMERICA so great. My belief is this book, like many others; is a step in the right direction. And, can be easily read, by all races; because it is not written in a caustic manner.

I firmly believe, it can begin the healing and harmony of both White and Black; and, everyone in-between. I know this, because of my own experience: when one is aware, and adores one's own history and contribution; As A People, it is easy to love and adore someone else's. Personally, I learn from and respect all cultures and histories; because, I first learned my own.

Closed mindedness and narrow thinking, can only breed one thing: destruction. And, this is what our true enemy wants; [ " The Devil " - by what ever name you choose] , ... destruction.

Total racial harmony and humanity is a win, win; for all concerned.

At least, this is my thinking.

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CLAN OF CUSH.

noreply@blogger.com (Gurualayah) — Thu, 14 Jun 2012 14:01:00 +0000

The only way to explain the visual and story dynamics, of this coming of age quest, is the following: Lord Of The Rings; Apocalypto ; and, Harmony Gold’s Shaka Zulu.

Story - In the time of the ancient ones, tribal elders would take young men and women; into the forest. A small community would be built: young women, unto themselves; and young men the same. Then, the elders would teach: teaching history; how to hunt, fish and farm; taught the transaction of business; foreign languages, and diplomacy; how to build private dwellings, for their future families; how to cook; and, even proper marital relations.

All, the young men were taught to fight: They being full of themselves, and longing for battle. So, the elders would give staffs and spears; shields and small swords: saying, “You are warriors; you will protect us, and our way of life.” The young women were taught child care, herbal healing, and how to prepare healthy meals: meals, with ingredients, that would make the people strong.

After all these things and more, the initiates, would be returned to society. No longer youth, but, men and women: fully skilled, as contributors to the community. But, this is just the beginning, of their journey.

For, a great wickedness has come into the land. The witch-king, NAN, and his fierce forces; have brought great anger, disease, and an almost tangible darkness: darkness with the scent of death, and the taste of bitter almonds.

Let us, all, look back. Looking back to a time, when even Egypt was new. When the forests where lush, and the peoples where few. A time when great beasts roamed free, in the bush; and, all men walked tall, claiming the Clan Of Cush.
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GLORIOUS.

noreply@blogger.com (Gurualayah) — Thu, 14 Jun 2012 13:47:00 +0000

What would the world look or be like; if there never was “artificial separation; or, mis-education?” What kind of future would we build??

“Glorious”.

In the beginning, landscapes or cityscapes, were not interesting to me. I enjoy telling the human story; environment was always secondary. But, that has changed. While researching ancient cultures, particularly, those of ancient Africa; I discovered that the human condition and the environment were connected, and, on a spiritual level.

GLORIOUS was my concept, of what our future would look like; if man was to work together. Then, recently, I found that there was an engineer [ and others, like him ]; that has devoted his life to helping man "reconnect"; but, with a 21st century approach. Not, just, drawing beautiful pictures; but, developing solutions, for real world challenges.

To learn more: http://www.thevenusproject.com/ INSPIRING.

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DOOMED CLERIC/ A Fade To Black.

noreply@blogger.com (Gurualayah) — Tue, 24 Apr 2012 15:52:00 +0000

Story dynamic: Dr. Who and Sherlock Holmes meet Bruce Lee's Enter The Dragon.

My name is Kumar Mandala. I am a successful and enterprising evangelist; who has, unknown to everyone, lost his faith in God. Raised by Christian missionaries; I lived my entire life, in and around the church.

My father and mother said that they fell in love with me; and adopted me, as a young boy. This after discovering me, in a Vietnamese orphanage; for Amerasian youth. My true father was an American, from the Virgin Islands. The mother who gave birth to me, was a local women; a nurse that worked on base.

It is said, that my mother was unable to leave the country, when my father was transferred to Korea. Anyway, I love my adopted parents, for all they have done; and the lifestyle, they shared with me. However, something was always missing; a hole in my soul, that has yet to be filled.

Though, I have traveled the world, bringing many to a tradition which I adore; I could no longer live a lie. So, I resigned my post; and shut down my ministry. My wife, puzzled and devastated, asked for a separation. I lovingly, honored her request.

I then, became troubled by the fact, that I was still under contract to my publisher. They asked me to write a follow-up book; to my New York Times, Best Seller: The Ultimate Universal Rain. My friend, who also was my literary agent, advised me to go on a sabbatical; to work things out. He hoped that the change in my routine, would unlock, not just my second book; but, also the spirit within me.

While checking the web browser, on my new phone; I discovered a perfect get-away location: Moonhaven, an obscure little town, nestled in the mountains. Their chief industry was coal; however, the mine closed suddenly, over twenty-eight years ago.

Now, the town has been reborn; into a touristy, bed and breakfast/ antiques and crafts community. Yet, this is not it’s only claim to fame. It is a region filled with many tall tales, and dark secrets: secrets that consumed what was left of my soul. But, we will discuss this later.

I was oblivious to this fact. For, I was on vacation: enjoying the sights; the sounds; and the trees that eclipsed the sky. I was just driving the roads, to Moonhaven. Driving toward my eventual ......doom.

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