Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Friday, August 3, 2012
Friday, July 27, 2012
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Friday, April 30, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Art-o-verse!
Friday, April 2, 2010
Event Horizon.
Even though the skyline stands still.
It speaks in so many words.
Like a centrifuge of wisdom.
Conjuring all it's feeling through weather patterns.
Through Wind.
Amazing.
How the world and the skyline.
Can tell stories.
Without a mouth.
Colby 2010
It speaks in so many words.
Like a centrifuge of wisdom.
Conjuring all it's feeling through weather patterns.
Through Wind.
Amazing.
How the world and the skyline.
Can tell stories.
Without a mouth.
Colby 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Here I love you by: Pablo Neruda
Here I love you.
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.
The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
A silver gull slips down from the west.
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.
Oh the black cross of a ship.
Alone.
Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.
Here I love you.
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.
The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me.
The moon turns its clockwork dream.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.
The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
A silver gull slips down from the west.
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.
Oh the black cross of a ship.
Alone.
Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.
Here I love you.
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.
The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me.
The moon turns its clockwork dream.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
NEW ART
Friday, November 13, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
My Nomad Wanderer by: Colby Sunshine Art
Monday, October 26, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Robotkin Series by: Colby Sunshine

This is my new series of art, Robotkin. I created the first robot for a great friend and inspiration, Ioanna Philippou. She has inspired me alot with her great illustrations and whimsical style of art. She is truthfully a blessing.
Colby
Colby
Labels:
Cartooning,
Colby Nelson,
colby sunshine art,
digital art
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