Biography and doors best left closed...
On that day.. in that season... that turbulent summer of loves-lost and cruel solaris. I was struck by a vision. A mantis, sleek... sublime.
Here, my thoughts and passions. Some secrets and some prayers...
As to my views on the shifting tides to come? I do not proport a higher purpose, but rather admit to the human condition which afflict us all. That irresistable pull to master our environment and sing our short song to the dead stars. To a cruel and godless universe which we so desperately wish to impose our will on. Some method of category through which we may falsely believe to control our own destiny and immutable fate.
Heute die Weld, Morgan das Sonnensystem!!
Present works? (Well, thank goodness I'm not hunched over this infernal computer all day!)
First and formost I wish to publish this year ('05), er... make that '06. Damn.
A photographic essay on Salome and John the Babtist. Ouch! what a dancer
Finish the third generation of my Fetish Guild Suit. Seraphim beware!
Two photographic essays on the Egyptian and Greek dieties.
An exploration into the machinery of passion and the fine line between Pleasure and Oblivion.
I will complete my reflections on the naming of Origob.
Find the elusive love in life I so richly deserve. Grrrrrr. (wink)
Pictures of myself and friends (ooohhh, *tremble*)
A myriad selection of noble souls and damned villians (HA !)
My Fetish Clubs I
My Fetish Clubs II
A Con Gone Wrong!
And if yer really the curious sort I have selected a number of images of yours truely...
