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Unknown Artist

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About Me

My name is Kimberlie also know as “Unknown Artist” or “Hear Art Unknown”.I began the Unknown Artist page for a couple of reasons. The first, I have said I am going to write my memoirs for sometime now, and while I obviously had the story in my mind, I needed to start brain storming ideas and times I wanted to cover in my book. I began writing a list of monumental times in my life, many places I had not visited in my memory for sometime. I wanted to write some key points or emotions as my memories began flooding back to me. I easily got caught up in the vivid memories I had tucked away and being a writer my hands could barely keep up with my mind as I wrote; in this process both, “In the Beginning” (not yet recorded) and “My Garden” were born.I wanted to get honest opinions of the pieces so I decided to start a page just for my writings. I chose to be anonymous because I wanted a true reaction of my work, not on how I looked or who I might be. Which is also why I did not ask the opinion of my friends or family; they love me, and I didn’t want that to be confused with what I wrote. By being anonymous I had the freedom to write without judgment, which was amazingly liberating for me, and so came the other pieces that reflected on my more current life.Another, more honest reason for starting Unknown Artist was fear. Many people love to sing, but it does not necessarily mean they can. I love to write, it keeps me sane. Writing has become a friend I can always count on; not to mention holds all of my most honest secrets, feelings, and experiences. I figured if the reception I received was bad or non-existent, I could keep my love for writing just as it always has been, personal. I soon learned my self-consciousness was pretty silly. I was in awe at the reception that flooded the page in just a few days. I decided to share a piece I wrote with a close friend whom I had recently loaned my singing vocals to. While reading the piece I realized the emotion of voice was a very important piece to make the art whole. We began recording the next day.Hear Art Unknown, I could not have prepared myself for. I am still beside myself at the reaction I have received. To be honest, I was in tears almost daily by the emails and comments I received. This is the reason I decided to not hide any longer. The personal stories people have so openly shared with me. People asking for advice because they or someone they love are or have experienced similar situations to those in my life. The constant request by many to share my identity became clear, and my reasons for being anonymous originally had dissolved.Thank you, for joining me on this exciting journey. I hope you continue to travel with me as I take this new step toward my adventure as a writer.All my love to you, Kimberlie

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My Interests

Writing, Reading, Self exploration, Music, Art

I'd like to meet:

Other artists, found or unfound, known or unknown. People full of life. People who want to share anything... without being judged.//NETWORK PERFORMERS NEEDED" border="0" width="240" height="320"

Music:

What day is it? What mood am I in? What words am I looking for? Music fuels my soul. Classical music to death metal. Give it to me! Let me feel it!

Movies:

Anything interesting, or anything that makes me feel happy. Life is full of scary give me warm and fuzzy any day.

Television:

No time

Books:

EVERY BOOK not written by greed, or hate; I have love for. I am blessed enough to fall into every world I hold under my nose.

Heroes:

Artist that haul their own equipment. Those covered in: paint, plaster, eraser shavings, dust, instrument calluses, metal shavings. Mostly covered in a need to express themselves.Every person that stops even for a moment and asks... Who am I?People who not only remember the "little people" but drink cheap wine and laugh with their whole heart with.

My Blog

In Your Arms

I often wonder how your eyes see me. Do you see the strong and quiet I pretend to be Or do you see the loud, screaming, weak I feel inside?   I stumble at my lips when I am trying to tell you mo...
Posted by Unknown Artist on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 04:51:00 PST

Have You Ever Experianced Words?

Have you ever experienced words?   Words spoken to you, that rang through your mind and shook you through your soul?   Words, powerful enough stop you and fully awaken you, to your own life...
Posted by Unknown Artist on Tue, 19 Feb 2008 03:12:00 PST

Tears in Rain

When I was a child, we lived on a ranch. Our home was built by my great grandfather during the Great Depression.   It was a small house, originally built as one bedroom and bathroom, with a parl...
Posted by Unknown Artist on Sun, 10 Feb 2008 04:55:00 PST

In The Begining

My first memory is filled with an overwhelming flood of emotions and reality. When I remember this day I am pulled back as if being there again.   I can still feel the confusion, the struggle, ...
Posted by Unknown Artist on Sun, 10 Feb 2008 12:21:00 PST

Lavender Cacoon

I step outside into an unexpected summer rain... I lift my face to the warm sweet water as it washes my soul.   I feel the sunset light on my shoulders warming my heart. New stars begin to dance...
Posted by Unknown Artist on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 01:13:00 PST

My Garden

I will never forget that day, my life changed forever.   I was sitting in my garden, my body relaxed, legs crossed, the tall grass and wild flowers tickling my skin.   I heard him slitheri...
Posted by Unknown Artist on Fri, 01 Feb 2008 02:58:00 PST

Hear Unknown Artists work read

Hello Everyone, I want to thank you all for sharing this new adventure with me.  It has been fun and therapeutic for me, and it seems quite a few of you.  I appreciate the comments on m...
Posted by Unknown Artist on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 09:23:00 PST

The Person I Am

I caught myself in the mirror today. Not the person I pretend to be, but the person I am.   I couldn't move. I got so lost in the pain that filled my eyes. I stood frozen, looking at my own face...
Posted by Unknown Artist on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 12:24:00 PST

Standing, stand, falling, fall

Standing. Standing hard. Standing with everything in me. Standing with everything I am. Standing!   My toes creep over the edge. Standing. So alone. Standing. So afraid. Standing!   My s...
Posted by Unknown Artist on Sun, 20 Jan 2008 01:53:00 PST

His Heart is in My Court

He tells me, "I'm going to say it again, I could give you all the love you want, it's your choice on weather you take it.  The ball or rather my heart is in your court."   It's funny, in a ...
Posted by Unknown Artist on Tue, 15 Jan 2008 11:57:00 PST