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Welcome to the official website of artist Derron Everard. This site showcases my work and gives a little insight into my life, inspirations and influences. The moment I saw that cowboy come flowing out of the tip of my father's expertly controlled pencil I was convinced that drawing and for that matter art was utterly magical. Let us make no bones about it - art is sorcerous and is at the very least some odd hundred years ahead of every other creative human impulse regardless of medium or mode of expression. It takes that which is within to release and generate it physically out of nothing.  |
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There may be many keys to open the door and even more roads leading to an absolute though they are instantly rendered obsolete in the presence of the source. Open to the totality and brought to life by passionate intensity and the burning of great spirit. To make visible the unseen- To mine out forgotten secrets and display the future- To visually bring forth a dream- To evoke menace and bring about subtle balance in the processes of raw chaos- Vast expanses. Desolate plains. Shifting deserts. Writhing oceans. The very depths of the ancient cosmos and further still... Into the blackest void and through brightest realms unknown... Breathing and wanting and pushing and giving in. From scraping the very bottom of the aching heart to seeing the golden light of the unconsciousness... There is magnetic space for one, conjure material unique and anew. Words are utterly incapable of expressing the boundless magnificence. The superluminal potential of the soul- Lucidly ascend the mountain of sleep. Instant cerebral alchemy, the fusion of pained endless love... I am that which is between here and there- all around. I walk a path with no name. There is no reference point. No goal. No guru. No prophet. No queen. No guide. No map. No book. No sign. No past. No regret. No shame. No hope. No loss. No reward. No tradition. No fashion. No logic. No time. No reason. No origin. No choice. No symbol. No death. No end. No you. No me. Just it. |
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Of all the means I know to lead men,
the most effectual is a concealed
mystery. The hankering of the mind is irresistible [Weishaupt] |
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He who binds to himself a joy
Does the wingéd life destroy
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise. [William Blake] |
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Music for me is like a lost lover.
Fame as an artist?
Writers, modern poets?
Bad joke.
So I have no occupation, and loaf around. [Paul Klee] |
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If the string is too tight, it will break.
If it is too slack, it will not play. [Proverb] |
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One of the tragedies of life is the murder of a beautiful theory by a brutal gang of facts. [LA ROCFIEFOUCAULD] |
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