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Hold on to Those Dreams by soldierofsolace
Hold on to Those Dreams
Glass Pebble Beach, Fort Bragg 2016.

We often forget to feel small in this world. Just like these glass pebbles, I hope you continue to feel wonderment in awe in your lifetime.
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Used to The Metaphors by soldierofsolace
Used to The Metaphors
mixed media on canvas.
Poem by Rod McKuen

The hands of time never reach out in our darkest hours. To pull us out of spaces that are redundant, routine, repetitive. We go on about our lives listening to the familiar sounds, the same greetings, and departures. Numb from the effect of monotony. There comes the moment when there's a stale taste in the air and we are unmoved. Unbeknownst to ourselves--we are at a loss. Nothing inspires nor motivates our desires to be better. No around becomes that beacon of intrigue. So what do we do? How do we overcome these empty feelings?
We look within. Back to good memories. To positive impactful experiences. We remember the ordeals we struggled through and persevered. We ignite that little flame called hope. While some of us wait a long time to get answers...others cannot dwell. The world around us is a device of possibilities. When we get knocked down, we have to make a choice. Do we lie silent and carry on...or do we make tumultuous actions that reign difference?
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The mistaken by soldierofsolace
The mistaken
"the mistaken"
What started out as an accidental coffee spill on a sketch pad, turned into this.
Setbacks happen. In anything you do. Time never forgives. Nor should we. Don't forsake yourself over errors. We are misguided, stained with uncertainty. It will not make us stronger...oh no dear child. It makes us aware and anticipative of the stings and bruises we know all to well. These lessons we fail to ourselves...teaches us that we are merely mistaken, and pain is just another regular occurrence, we must feel to know we are alive.
First art piece of 2016.
Ink, coffee, paint marker on paper.
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The Lost Cause

Journal Entry: Tue Oct 1, 2013, 12:40 PM


The Lost Cause Art Project

I have been doing art as far as I can remember. It's the one thing that has attached to me like a parasite since I traced my first cartoon character: Voltron. That was in Kindergarten. It was just doodles and quick drawings til' high school when I discovered graffiti. Worlds opened up for me and I discovered more about being an artist than a vandal. Art was daring, adventurous, fickle, and experimental. Then one day I had to "grow up". Learning the beginning stages of adulthood and to survive on my own, my art got pushed in the blank recesses of my mind as I struggled to pay my rent. It wasn't til years later that I met my then partner David, who learned of my art and surprised me one day by buying me canvasses, paint, and brushes and simply said, "I want you to do something with these." I fell in love with art forever more and I am indebted to him for doing that. Everything has been trial and error, learning what works for me, converting all that creative energy, and translating all those thoughts--into artwork. Every work I have created always held sentimental value as it was a piece of me that I was sharing with the world as corny as that sounds. But it's the truth as I am part of a dying breed of romanticists, an art vagabond that went wherever the brushstrokes started and ended, a storyteller that told not only the greatest stories I can tell... but shared the secrets, thoughts, and hopes that I kept inside. I had never wanted fame more than I wanted my creations to be in a happy home--so that when the owner of said art looks at it they relate, realize, and relinquish in the thoughts that keeps them connected to it. My way of painting for others has been a path of learning about the person's character. Their habits, their ideals, the colors, and the symbols/images that stand out to them...that when they get their finished piece, they can truly call it their own, personified by themselves.

Going forward on that notion I have decided to start what I have always thought should be shared: Art. It makes us think. It makes us wonder. It triggers emotions. It leaves behind tales of a creator who had something to say, something to show, and wanted to let the world know about it. But sometimes in the processes of that, it gets lost. Artists sometimes rely on their work to survive and lose passion for what made them alive. It becomes commercialized in the simplest of ways and fed to the masses with no regards to the originator. Some are successful but most are not. It's truly as "the rich keep getting richer, and poor keep getting poorer." I know that most of the audience that relate to my art on many levels can't afford the asking price for my work but the working man in me can't sympathize as I myself have to have a roof over my head and food in my stomach. As an artist I am conflicted with this and over time I came to a proposal. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages, art critics, art purveyors, art collectors, lovers, haters, and everyone in-between may I present to you: The Lost Cause Art Project. Starting this month and at least once a month after that, I will draw a name of a person that will receive a piece of artwork from me of their choice. Absolutely no price. Be it a painting, a steampunk pendant, a vinyl figure custom, perler bead creation--completely free. My conscience as an artist will be forthright and you will own a material piece of yourself expressed through Striderizm-the religion, the art, and the life of Strider the soldier of solace. To be fair that everyone gets a chance to own a piece of art from me, I ask that those who have won/received a piece from me in the past, to not enter for themselves but for someone you know that may have art in their homes. But whats the catch you say? Simply to just like/share my page at Facebook.com/soldierofsolace I will then announce The Lost Cause Art Project drawing and all you have to do to enter, is to like that post. Fair enough? I think so. What I hope to achieve is simply as I said: To share art with others. Whether it be close ones or complete strangers. To keep what gets lost in translation in the hearts and minds of dreamers and the hopeless. To bring a smile on faces simply remembering what it is to be kind and unconditional. That when everything comes with a price that we find happiness in the simplest things in life. But wait! That's not all. I will also be doing a scavenger hunt type thing, where I will leave a piece of artwork somewhere and whoever finds it, gets to keep it. I may/may not leave clues as to where it maybe but that's up to fate to see where it ends up. So let this journey begin and keep inspiration alive! Stay Creative always and let your soul be your guide.




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Louiegee aka Strider one.
Artist | Professional | Varied
United States
Strider: a self-taught artist coloring the world with urban whimsy.

Making his way from Japan to San Diego helped shape a unique style of colorful grit, graffitied cartoons, and steampunk sculpture. A voice formed from everyday people. Everyday objects. Everyday life. Every piece of art holds a perception of life and builds off the unknown.

Bound by all things surreal, no punches are held back. Peer into a mind of offset creation. Dig beneath the surface. Find those hidden messages. This soldier of solace hopes to unearth all things unseen.

~Written by Mark Thiel
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THEONE2013 Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2014
Hi there, nice to meet you ., i like your page ., if you have time check out my page as well . All comments are welcome
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LOVE this gallery....the color is sublime
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RavenTezea Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2014  Hobbyist Artisan Crafter
Hi! :wave:
Thank you so much for the :+fav: on my perler! I appreciate it! :dance:
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thank you so much for +fav my childhood memories stamp! :love:
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