VISIONARY SEA

Daniel is a Visionary Artist and Illustrator, Graphic Designer, Writer & Photographer based in Sydney, Australia.

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Polly Gray (Shelby) from Peaky Blinders

I adore Helens raw, visceral performances, particularly as the Queen of the gypsies; Polly Shelby in Peaky Blinders. An exemplary character study of a strong woman in a world full of damaged men. The way she brought the effortless magic through the eyes of that Birmingham gypsy, reminding us just how much women endured, overcame. A mirror to her own life, in which she fought cancer whilst managing a successful acting career.

“If I come for you--and I still might yet decide to come for you--I will wear high heels so you can hear my approach on the cobblestones and have time to repent....You listen for my footsteps.” - Polly Shelby

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Polly Gray Art Prints

Polly Gray Posters

Polly Gray Throw Pillows

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“Wise Council” by Daniel Watts

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You find yourself walking upon a broken stairway;

The wind is icy, catching your attention

This is a jungle, and the air is all but frost...

you approached a summit after several hours, finding an archway, peering through its frame you spy an ancient ruin.

At its centre is a floating orb, representing the sun, and a crescent moon framing its orbit - scintillating gold under the ivory moonlight.

Beyond the ring of broken stone stands a regal Snow Leopard, her eyes soft and transfixed on yours, glowing silver in the darkness.

Beside her ponderous and wild, lay a Bengal Tiger, his weighty breathes under his skin, warping his stripes.

Beyond them both stands another arch... sinking slowly into the ground, and as your peer into its door, two bright eyes emerge with an energy like spiralling starlight, forming a face of a third feline. Upon its forehead opens another eye... and so you face an ancient Jaguar...

You stand in awe under the waning moon. Mountains sparkling white into the horizon and the spirits of that Wise Council purred secrets into your dreaming.

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The Formation of Your Beautiful Soul | By Daniel Watts . . .

The song of colours; you had never yet seen seeing for the first time in wavelengths of light seeing outside of time within wavelengths of sight the darkness within cloaked in your colours of warm the darkness without giving shape to your form outside of time inside of space an unspeakable place from your beginning songs wake I can feel the resonant shake that comes through light bodies faces you leave ethereal traces each step that you take from your beginning songs wake you’ve an undefinable grace

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Starcrossed | By Daniel Watts

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Come for Octobers Spring to Summers rain The hardest fall, Who made your legs quake under her weight I peer on through her looking glass Back at my mistakes And I'll say;

September darling, do you remember Augusts' song? Some times gone by now since July kissed June along And May I sail away back to Aprils heart Just one more sun, before the March Back to that February love And January's start

Oh December, what have you to prove? Just as November has you in her darling ruse, Come I for Octobers spring and Summer rain The hardest fall, Who made Winters flakes Fall under the grey I peer on through this looking glass Back at my mistakes And I'll say;

September darling, do you remember Augusts' song? Some times gone by now since July kissed June along And May I sail away back to Aprils heart Just one more sun, before the March Back to that February love And January's start Starcrossed Lovers never part

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Within Your Ocean | by Daniel Watts 

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The Hammerheads stir in the depths of you, their great crowns, spanning outward, their wings gliding upon the starlit rays, purple hues surrounding them, and you plunge into this space, breaking fourth and giving way, the blackness of the void, taking you in its wake, but you glide upon the face, of possibilities great ocean wave, where the seahorse finds its spiral, where the schools of angels fly on, and the stars shine on in an endless maze I would swim the depths of your ocean til the end of my days . . . Prints Available Here