February 2012
9 posts
Let me be me
It’s the only way I know
Let me explore
I want to be the highest
Too focused, one word
Inks and silks - mix me up
Make things look good.
Soldier of creativity
keeper of unfinished ideas
Inks pour
Wizard of ergonomic or rectilinear traces.
Artist without definition.
Carpenter of unsolved mazes.
mixMEup
Astrologer of the power of the third eye and silent friend ....
?QUESTIONS?
I’m trying to peice together the universe.
x2 hallucinogens, still trying.
Not buying these written explanations.
Is everything just hidden?
Are we living in a riddle or am
I just stuck in the middle?
Is this a game?
5.4.3 are we stuck in a game, a dark dispiriting game where there is no exit.
11:11 is telling me to accept the world.
Puzzles just do not fit.
Maybe she will just...
You want me to share your umbrella?
Fuck you, I prefer the storm.
Yes it’s cold, loud and unadulterated but it’s real.
I’d rather die confronting the real then survive the facade.
I stand to the left of your umbrella not only because I choose to have nothing to do with you but because your umbrella is ugly.
It does not compliment my composition.
It does not tell my story ....
To face one self’s is confrontation rimming on the abyss of intrusion.
Almost as if my image knows something about me that I don’t.
Refusing to admit nor confess
Refusing to please nor apologies
To treat lightly
To inhale
To breathe
To be human (whatever the fuck that means)
To give in to the paradox that in order to live, you must be.
Someone explain to me, please.
How one...