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D.Helgemo

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About Me

I grew up in the south, doodling and being pummeled on a skateboard and mosh pits at various punk/metal concerts/parties.It was so fun that I couldn't wait to leave.So off to art school which was a life changing experience(but not in the desired way).There were a lot of king for the day theories flying around but it failed to teach me how to draw.So after leaving I decided that I did want to be an artist (well, a painter)and to do so I needed to find a competent teacher/painter/school. After so much fledgling I finally landed in new england where I studied drawing and painting at the Ingbretson Studio for many years.Now I have moved back to the south (the carolinas;from south to north-WNC is where I belong for now)-where I still practice learning how to see and interpret w/ the brush, paint whoever will sit and I still love the music....the chaotic, the quiet and everything inbetween.style="visibility:visible;" ..

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song that cuts

You ever wonder what's inside that keeps us together You ever want to take that knife and discover Like cutting into a sack of grain and we can see if we're worth it anyway and we're on different side...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Jul 2008 13:11:00 GMT

What can be done?

I do what I don't want to do sometimes noticed midstream;sometimes miles down a road of ice and barbs that surround a heart that already takes millenia to penetrate in trying to shed the sins of the p...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 17:19:00 GMT

On Love

Can feel......numb and I send it to you and feel depleted and give that to you too This incendiary fear- don't need it so I will send it straight your way and the anger towards women and men send it o...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Dec 2007 00:18:00 GMT

Chroma

Attention fractured spreads across world and sound and multi-colored pretty things The manifold rays convoke- find something to orbit, pull it inside as momentary new mind Now all these bright eye ca...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Nov 2007 10:05:00 GMT

Die before you die.

Grab my hand it's like touching the dead, isn't it. There are those who are sent on there way as a progeny of vipers- for whom the poison of earth's bite creates a well of sorrow but does not annihila...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Nov 2007 07:11:00 GMT

What about the people within people

Are they any less real then the people that behold them? And to behold them well can make them better(does not the dictate -thou shalt not kill- pertain to the inner population as well), so it goes wi...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Nov 2007 17:05:00 GMT

To get something back, not knowing if one ever had it at all

The drone that enters my ear brings me back to you one likes to use words like desolation but when tears spill from the well of gratitude that is far from emptiness and I catch myself lying again if ...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Nov 2007 15:58:00 GMT