Monday, March 29, 2010

Bivium : [ A Place Where two paths Meet ] work.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you
Graceless lady you know who I am
You know I cant let you slide through my hands
Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn’t drag me away
I watched you suffer a dull aching pain
Now you decided to show me the same
No sweeping exits or offstage lines
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind
I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie
I have my freedom but I don’t have much time
Faith has been broken, tears must be cried
Lets do some living after we die
Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses, well ride them some day

Friday, June 12, 2009

This is one of a series of new monotypes that I created at the SJICA
Monotype Marathon 2009
Exhibition: July 1 – 18, 2009
Silent Auction: Sat July 18, 5:30-7:30 PM

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

"Nothing is either good or bad but Thinking makes it so." -Shakespeare
This is a new illustration I have been working on, along the theme of life and its :

e⋅the⋅re⋅al na⋅ture

1.light, airy, or tenuous: an ethereal world created through the poetic imagination.
2.extremely delicate or refined: ethereal beauty.
3.heavenly or celestial: gone to his ethereal home.
4.of or pertaining to the upper regions of space.

1.the material world, esp. as surrounding humankind and existing independently of human activities.
2.the natural world as it exists without human beings or civilization.
3.the elements of the natural world, as mountains, trees, animals, or rivers.
4.natural scenery.
5.the universe, with all its phenomena.
6.the sum total of the forces at work throughout the universe.

pLaying around with poser, photoshop and avatars.......from here to there.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Jylian Gustlin has a new website please view it at

Thursday, January 24, 2008

My subjects evolve as my interests change, the figure has always been mainstay in my art as I have always been fascinated with the human condition:
A nameless passer-by. A solitary figure lingering on a street corner.
A person rushing past. Someone coming, going, living in our anonymous society.
A member of the crowd, one of the silent majority.
Anyone who screams, dreams and sings inside us.
A person who lives lost amidst the crowd.
A monument stands the moment in music when all instruments are in harmony.
An old self to the left, the new to the right.
A vividly surreal world. The view of wider, longer roads and pathways fades with the mist invading ones mind.

Thursday, November 15, 2007


" Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide"

"Then the rainstorm came, over me
And I felt my spirit break
I had lost all of my, belief you see
And realized my mistake
But time through a prayer, to me
And all around me became still"

"Been crossin' that bridge,
With lessons I've learned."

Friday, October 26, 2007

I wish that we could still be friends

Into the shadows of my life you brought the light.

You make my raggedness silky.

But broken hearts should mend.

So I sit and hold the pieces.

Waiting for them to be put back together again.

“You don't like my 'restless' doctrines – I should be very sorry if you did – but I can't stagnate nevertheless – if I must sail let it be on the ocean no matter how stormy - anything but a dull cruise on a level lake without ever losing sight of the same insipid shores by which it is surrounded. -” -lord byron.


Old, poor people called sin-eaters were hired at funerals in ancient times to eat beside the corpse and thus take on all the sins of the dead person, who was then thought to be freed from purgatory. Usually, all they got for taking on these often myriad sins was a small coin, a crust of bread, and a bowl of ale – small payment, though a living, for what amounted to a pawned soul.

It's years since you've been there, and I miss the deserts miss the rain.

How am I without you, more myself or less myself.

...this optical theater provides us with

a great measure of illusion; hypnotic images,

memorized by drones, in a restless half-slumber...

on life:
...perturbed and constant motion,
coupled with a brooding awareness
of this body's impermanence..