Boonemyster Digital Art & Photography

  TAKEN UP "Listen, I will tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed - in a moment, in the blinking of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. For this perishable body must put on the imperishable, and this mortal body must put on immortality. Now when this perishable puts on the imperishable, and this mortal puts on immortality, then the saying that is written will happen, "Death has been swallowed up in victory." "Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?" The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ!" Paul the Apostle, 1st Corinthians 15:51-57

The Real Battle Is Within You As I sit down to write battles and fires are raging across America's cities and in me. Jesus said that the hearts of many would grow cold in the last days because evil will become rampant and people would say "Yes" when they really mean "No", and a Lie would be considered a Truth. We appear to be in such a time and place as he described; and I, like many of you find myself growing weary and cold having weathered this evil generation; watching the deterioration since my birth. Coldness seems like a place of refuge in such as this; and Hate is following her lead, both are deterrents to fighting well and surviving. I want to fight well and to do more than survive, I want to thrive! So it follows that I don't want to grow Cold or fall into the dark well of Hate. It appears the first battle is spiritual, as the battleground is invisible in the Heart and Mind. We are instructed by Christ's Apostles to ready ourselves for battl...

For me abandoned places are not places of gloom, but are only vessels holding the past in the present.  I find them both mysterious and beautiful, speaking volumes to the heart of my soul.  This picture depicts a place, once only existing in my mind, and now brought to life in yours, how marvelous!. I hear that in many places in the world abandoned cathedrals are taking new shape. Many are being transformed into hotels, flea markets, coffee shops, and the like; and some engulfed, encroached by the present, as in my fictional picture of Duke Chapel, in Durham, NC., deteriorating and overrun by their changing surroundings.  Some may think this morbid, but for some like me, they experience an awakening to the realities of life and death, here and not here.  I learned the shortness of life, and the final exhale of death; and learned to get on with life. I now look upon the past and its passing as a celebration of life knowing, at least I lived to consider it. ~JB~

If you've taken stock of how this pandemic has thrown the state of our world's financial, health, political, religious, entertainment, and personal lives into disarray you may be tempted to lose all hope in this world. Good! Maybe that's the prize you receive for losing all false hope in what has always been hopelessly trying to be your sense of stability and personhood. Maybe it’s your time to proclaim your freedom from a misguided and broken system. Then maybe, like the man healed by Jesus of blindness, you will begin to look around you; what do you see? As you surely your surroundings ask yourself, who or what can you work with around you? Ask the Lord to open your eyes so that you might see beyond your doubt and despair. It will be then that you will see that the fields are ripe and the sun is up. In the New Testament, the Gospel of John, chapter 14, Jesus said, "Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in me. In my Father's house are ...

You find yourself in an “Abandoned Train Car”, outside the door, outer space; your head is swirling while Rod Serling  narrates your experience. “You've entered  The Twilight Zone ” I took this original photo of a retired train car at  Pollen Park, in Raleigh, NC .  My interpretation of the subject follows the train as it enters its twilight of life; outside are no longer heard the sounds of people hustling to make the noon train, it's now replaced with the sounds of night creatures and the solar winds. The door is open allowing light reflected off the moon to fill the car with a pale light revealing the reds and washing out the blues. Peering out the door she can see stars hanging in the darkness like beacons beckoning travelers to come and see. But no soul peers from the window and dreams of visiting the distant lights for this train is fixed and will never visit the lights for it has traveled its last track; the hiss of steam and its warm breath is n...

When I first did this piece I had my mind on the narcotics problem we face in America, especially the drug this piece is named after. Now as we face a pandemic requiring people all over the world to wear a breathing mask it takes on new meaning for me. Those who are addicted to Oxycontin and the like are suffering right now as their suppliers are facing the same unseen killer the world wrestles against. While lack of availability is a unique opportunity to come clean, it comes at a very high risk to the addicted; physically and psychologically. Having been legally addicted to Oxycontin and a number of other pain meds over the years managing my chronic pain condition I have become personally familiar with withdrawal; the crawling of my skin and the climbing of the walls in my bathroom scared me and my family more than one night. John Lennon's song " Cold Turkey " best represented the struggle of those who go Cold Turkey, whatever the reason the experience is real an...

I took this picture on a cold winter day in 2016 at  Flushing Meadows Park in Corona, New York. Corona is a small town in Queens and is best known for the " Lemon Ice King " featured at the end of the trailer for the sitcom " The King of Queens ". I grew up within walking distance of both the park and my favorite year-round snack. Having just finished the flavor of the week I came upon a folk of seagulls by the lake. I named the main subject of this picture Jonathan because it was the first thing that came out of my mouth as I quickly knelt down, focused, and took the shot. I first read about Jonathan in the '70s while attending Halsey Junior High School P.S. 157 in Rego Park, N.Y. while in 7th grade. I remember him soaring above the clouds, ever seeking greater heights. In my mind's eye, I flew next to him dreaming of what would come to me in life if I were as bold as Jonathan. Now over 45 years later I still seek greater heights in my understanding o...

I was inspired to produce this new gospel music video by the song "If You Could See Through My Eyes" performed by, my friends, The Wilson Family, Arnold & Lula. After many hours in production and hearing the message of this song over and again I know it has changed me in a good way; and that's always good. So, my friends, it's now my pleasure to share it with you. Most of the pictures in the video were taken by me in Raleigh North Carolina, and Queens, NY and a few are by others; to these anonymous photographers, many thanks.

The subject of this video project came to my mind when I visited the NC Museum of Art this past week.  I was drawn to the hands in the paintings and the contributions that they made to the overall story told by the painter. As you view my new video and enjoy the original music see if you can describe what emotion, ideas, and symbols are being portrayed by the hand gestures of the characters in the painting and their effect on your overall interpretation of the painting as a whole.