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The true transformation lies within.

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Blood Alchemy

The times, the signs, my own designs of death. 

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When we meet

Break

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Opening

My time in Russia was at the forefront, along the Baltic coast, amount the wildflowers and Caucus mountains.

This is a land where East meets West.

Two cultures combine to create a form of European mysticism. A ritualistic discovery of the divine.

In the ornate the truth is found.

The Northern lands tend to carry a deference to the darkness.

The eternal winter in one's soul, even in the outburst of life and warmer weather.

I love this part of the culture.

Your monuments must stand the test of a thousand years. Their strength grows with time and permeates as culture confidence as they memorialize all beings.

Rituals act as a way to pass on culture. They are the way history is passed from generation to generation.

This new collection is called Pravda. Russian for "Truth"

Our lives are predicated on searching for meaning, both in the natural world and within ourselves.

Like flowers, the meaning of one's life blooms and fades constantly. Ever emerging understanding.

Pravda #4

On the Cross

What lies beneath the trees and vines?

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Aftermath of the War

Distance

Coast

A collection of street photography. Capturing those lost in their own worlds as a way to discover my own.

Pathos Art Photography

What lies between the ground and sky? The horizon is an idea, an infinitesimally generative point where two separate objects merge.

There is no place, no space, no form. Only a infinitely converging abstraction.

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Lone One

A collection of AI art by Samuel McCulloch

Eastern Dreams

Pravda #3

Pravda

They brought to the Pharisees the man who had been blind. Now the day on which Jesus had made the mud and opened the man’s eyes was a Sabbath. Therefore the Pharisees also asked him how he had received his sight. “He put mud on my eyes,” the man replied, “and I washed, and now I see.

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