Evening mountains: things you'll see here will always differ.
Sometimes, the changes are barely noticeable, other times--enormous. Heraclitus spoke of never stepping into the same river twice.
I speak of the mountains, and let them speak.
I rarely call myself an "artist": illustrator, photographer, and mostly graphic designer--yes. "Artist," much like "art," however, is one of those terms, which was blown up by Postmodernity, instantly piercing its intended meaning with shards of explosive debris and burying the rest under ashes.
It is still there, somewhere.
Art is something sacred.
Yes, I rarely call myself an "artist," but tonight I'll make an immodest exception. This "Black Metal in Color," I think, comes close: