If time existed, I would say from time to time one needs to nod yes. Nod yes to what you have said yes to today. For me, I've said yes to spending my morning outside with a cup of tea and the mist of a Spring start of the day. Slowly sipped, the day walks as fast as these bare feet step through the wet grass. Wet petals from a near by tree sprinkle a certainty of the memorizing capacity of this god damn world. Tap your foot to a good tune. Smile with good company and always pet your dog (if you own one). We need the moment more than the dog. Some days it's a dog eat dog world. Now what the fuck does that mean. It means one may not be on top of the world since emotions bring us to places we need to feel. Now, to stop this from being a sappy blog written by a sap filled tree, I digress. Here's to Spring. Here's to the birds I watch in my backyard. Here's to Alex G.
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Super stoked to attend COHESION: JXL's album release party this Saturday, April 30th @ The Black Couch in Chicago. First time I will be performing live art. Ten dollars to enter a party of all walks of life. Rumor has it there shall be tacos served and cupcakes for dessert. Interesting to say the least.
Fire twirlers, rappers, and fellow artists under one roof make for interesting interaction. Cheers to that. See ya'll there. Hey Scott McKenzie. Can't seem to kick the oldies. Not even on a winters day. Kidding, it's Spring but I'm now listening to California Dreaming, so you know. Things flow.
Blood running high. Running high for good tunes and the smell of Froot Loops. Everyone needs a Zombie or two walking half-dead in their life. Enjoy my fellow listeners and day trippers. The time of the season is now. Fun fact, when applying for internships, on all ten of my cover letters attached to my resume, I ended the closing paragraph quoting The Zombies. "As The Zombies say, it's the time of the season for interns." My Dad and oldest sister, Lea urged me to cut it out. Thinking whoever reads this cover letter of mine might so happen to either hate this song or not know it. I said fuck it. Who doesn't love this song. Got the internship @ an Advertising Agency on Michigan Ave. in downtown Chicago called The San Jose Group. I was 18 and loving life. Now, I'm 19 and still loving life. Day by day. Appreciation goes forth to those reading and those not reading this blog. Y'all are living and breathing beings who own a heart (most of you) and a brain. It seems the more we talk about it the more we understand each other. Wouldn't it be nice if people communicated effectively? Thankfully some do. Communicating doesn't have to do with what the fuck you have to say. Communicating is about understanding what your audience is thinking and answer their questions, wonders, and concerns. Communicating is about opening an understanding two way, living breathing comprehension. So clean your goopy ears out and start listening to others around you. Notice when you're listening to your friend, co-worker, professor, neighbor how you have this urge to talk. Most don't realize: your tongue pressed to the roof of your mouth ready to POUNCE out a response. Pause. Realize your tongue needs to get the fuck down from the roof of your mouth and listen to what the mother fucker before you is saying to you. For now, we all have a lot to learn. Damn straight. Here's a video that's not mine. Practice those listening skills you just read about.
Some freckles come outta effin no where. Some seep into the skin over time and one gets acquainted slowly with this brown little spec. Freckles, the friends of the arm hairs and skin covering the body. Here, freckles are welcome sometimes unnoticed. Sitting on a pretty little hand. Or on a broken heart covering the chest of a living breathing human. Freckles withhold the sun, rain, the moon light, and the other fucking things floating in the air. Freckles stay, sometimes they grow. Sometimes they grow a hair when they get a personality lol. Now you're like what the fuck is this person typing. I'm typing my feelings in the generation of creation through freckles. I'm tired of waiting and it's hard to be patient for people who come and go in life. Learning happens in all shapes and forms. Like soaking toes in water, they absorb the water and become pruney. They learn to adjust from this substance they're submerged within. A drive driven by the human body. It's getting harder to be patient. Cue the guitar solo. And the phone call to order Chinese food. Left broken hearted by a pretty freckle. Straight drowned hopes and wishes. Getting tired of waiting. It's getting harder to be patient. Here's some good advice. Don't waste your breathe, He'll burn you dead. Most of you don't know him yet. He is only faithful to himself. And silly dreams made him leave. No time to grieve. He will find something better than what he left behind so he knew it was worth all his pain and hurt. Guitar solo. Spirits have their own minds. They can't be confined. They draw their own lines. It's alright. I'll learn. I'll live and won't have to roll over. Guitar solo. So for those who don't know him yet, he won't care if you ever do. He ain't concerned with you. Silly dreams make him leave. No time to grieve. It's alright. Tell him how it is. All the time. People don't change when you want them to. People don't change. People don't change when you want them to. And I look the wrong way towards a one way street. I do not own this video. The song above is what inspired this blog post. Big time. Hurts to here to truth he ain't concerned with you and your city dreams. No time to grieve.
Spirits have their own minds They can't be confined They draw their own lines It's alright Tell them how it is The truth hurts [Cue the howling wolf] Meeting people from all walks of life starts at NYCH Gallery. This past Friday, April 15th 2016 splattered the wall with local Chicago artists and one of a kind strangers. Thanks to NYCH Gallery intern, Cassie Steffek for capturing some goodness.
This particular Friday revamped an energy within. An energy lit by the sun seeped into the pores of the faces in the Chicago area. Today brought magnificence to light. Sharing good energy and smiles brings a light to the curious. This day, fellow NYCH Gallery worker, Cassie shared her beautiful charisma and warm environment at her apartment in Chicago. Here, she showed the possibilities of life. After chowing down on her home-made lunch: black beans, fucking awesome fetta-cheese, and stir fry we got let our inner light shine through a few photos.
The natural sunlit apartment allowed for a blawesomeing photo shoot. Most get jobs mopping floors, cleaning tables. Mop floors to fly across the globe to dip sore feet in the waters of the Pacific -- Feel, wander, and absorb the sounds of the high blue skies bringing magic into life.
One of the first things learned when traveling is to bring the right eyes of appreciation to the moment. Developing more appreciation starts with sitting still. An accelerated life easily sifts through the experiences of the past and the future. A constant thinking mind. (Yikes.) By going no where means taking a few minutes, days out of a season, years out of a life to sit still. To sit still long enough to recall where true happiness lies. There's a difference between making a living vs making a life. An old idea, this sitting still business. This idea effects the liberated (all of us). Starting new in this moment of responses. Finally not judging the thought to be good or bad. Just sitting with the sensations within the body -- Arising and flowing beneath the skin. A mind bending trip starts with sitting still. Thinking, thinking thinking. It happens. Dude. I fucking know it happens. Thinking is what the brain is trained to do. So much of our life takes place in our heads. Internalization, speculation. bla bla bla. None of this is new. Modern life is demanding. Shakespeare never had 200 emails to face in a day. Demanding lives starts with demanding ourselves to sit still. More and more time saving devices have been created, when we feel we have no time. In this process of connecting to bullshit, we forget to tune into the coolest thing on planet Earth, OURSELVES. As a traveler (of the mind/dimensions), I believe it's the people who enable us to go places who inspire us to go no where. Just for this moment, "Ok Google, fuck off." An inner search engine is what I speak of here. Emotional intelligence fires up a consciousness rooting from meditation. Like many, we try really hard to observe our thoughts. Imagine thoughts as an online media page, always changing, passing, and forming new ideas. Easy, right? Yeah. It is since its something we all do. Imagine this thinking space as no longer your focal point. Imagine focusing in on how the body feels with you take this next slowwwww breath in. Try holding for five seconds. Try releasing the exhalation for five seconds. Try it again. The empty space is a luxury. As a writer, I try to include empty space so readers can complete the thoughts in these spaces. Room to breathe into blossoming ideas and perceptions. Anytime I want, (ANYTIME) I can get a second home by taking a breath in. I'd rather give up meat, sex or wine to not work on the daily college grind. Luckily, I'm human and can breathe in slowly and exhale into a new moment. This is not a mindset. This is sincerely being in tune with what is around me and not judging the ongoing thoughts. No distracted thoughts, just space around me. Going no where. A gravitational pull to connect with the breath humbles the heart. Filling the lungs of life in between the inhale and exhale. I end up where I am. Which is here. I am here. In the now I understand the space I take up is nothing more than a fucking miracle. Not having to look at the time. The day stretches before the eyes of the curious. The time I spend going no where is where I find myself appreciating the beauty of life. Allowing stillness to caress the chaotic world around us. To turn off devices, and sit still bring clarity to a consciousness. Opening up a space to feel the stillness. Thoughts come and go, just as this next breath. The trick is allowing the mind to do what it does, think, and let the thoughts pass. The more the mind recognizes "I am having a thought" the more you can bring it back to the breath. The trick is not get caught up in the spiraling story. Taking the time to sit still has allowed me to sleep better, feel clarity and step away to see the beautiful canvas of life. Nothing can be more exhilarating than paying attention to slowing down, and sitting still. Go no where. This past year, makeup lost an identity. The identity of true character of wearing the powders and shadows. A world of wiggity wack.
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