Hey everyone, I'm pretty new here, so I hope I'm not being pretentious to make a thread devoted to my art. I really like the community, and since I do a lot of photography and drawing I thought I might share some of it with you guys.

I really love macro photography. It's a lot of fun to go out to a particular tree or bush, and just sit and watch it carefully until all of the life buzzing around it reveals itself. Then you can try to get some good shots, but I think the most fun is just realizing the scope and complexity of the world on even that small scale. Here are a few of my favorite macro shots.









I hope that's not too many, I don't know how much this server can take (or if pictures add any load?)

Anyways, I also like to draw a lot, but not as much because drawing seems more of an imperfect way of portraying the beauty of nature.

Beauty from Taiwan - an art homework assignment that turned out rather well.


I can't get a sharp picture of this for some reason, the darks are a lot darker than they seem.


A Halloween still life.


A character from an MMORPG I used to play, Knight Online. NERD POWAH! His hands are too big, but whatever. He's fantastic! (bad joke)


Again, hopefully that's not too many pictures

While I'm at it, I've only written one serious poem my whole life (it was on another forum, some moderator accused me of always ending up with silly nonsense, so I wrote something entirely unfunny to prove him wrong), so I might as well include that here, too.

The Cost

Tears of pain creep down her face,
As she walks through this evil place.
She speeds up imperceptibly,
Just a face in a boiling sea.

People go past her left and right,
Oblivious to her crippling fright.
It's just another street to them,
Like Oak, Whitmann, or Bethlehem.

This is the place of countless dreams,
Dreams full of her own blood and screams.
Long ago, that dark winter night,
She almost died; she saw the light.

All she saw was a silhouette,
All he saw was a weak brunette.
He was six foot two, not much brains,
A drug cocktail flowing in his veins.

He swung at her, one right one left,
She crumpled sadly, senses bereft.
He ravaged her in cold delight,
Left her for dead in dark of night.

An officer found her, half dead,
Blood smeared across her face and head,
On his patrol deep in the night,
They saved everything but her sight.

She is alive but does not live,
Her unseen scars cannot forgive.
Her cane searches across the ground,
But answers, reasons, can't be found.

The man died a few weeks after,
Hung himself from a gnarled rafter.
Despite his death, she lives in fear,
No matter if the coast is clear.

She makes it to her apartment,
More depressed at every moment.
She finally gives up on life,
Exhausted from her constant strife.

She follows in the man's last tracks,
And ends her own life with an axe.
When lives go wrong, what is the cost?
For every one, must two be lost?

Last but not least, I'm not sure if anyone really considers this an 'art', per se, but I do love to juggle. So I'll give you a link to my two latest juggling videos, if you care to look.

http://video.google.com/videoplay?do...66760549995660
http://video.google.com/videoplay?do...43260845055630

I think that's enough to start me off :p
Feel free to comment, and I have plenty more photography I'd love to put up, if anyone could tell me if there's any amount I should limit myself to per post or something.

Thanks for looking!