People ask. People talk. People do all sorts of shit and that's life.
Here. This painting represents how I'm doing. Alright? Maybe. I'm colorful on the insides. Going through strep throat, minor break up, and the life of a college student/ 20 year old human being. Thank goodness for creation. Thank goodness for color. Thank goodness. . Channeling a blue from a motorcycle god helps this painting serve a purpose. The rainbow bacon represents how complimentary this breakfast pallet is with everything else. The contrast stands out and stumps the eye. Honestly, I did all the color last night after talking with friend Alexa Jay. Painting in my basement gets me places. One way to find out what else can come -- Keep painting. Again and again. I will keep fucking painting. This is my release of emotions from day to day. To the emotions I've held within for long. Emotions are meant to be released. I finger paint, use different utensils to get the desired effect. Painting allows for only expression, no mistakes. This creation represents an Earthly plate of bacon and eggs. Above the earthly plate is a motorcycle riding off into peace with the sun as the back tire. Color is life.
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Time to give time for a little Reggae Therapy: To be open to curiosity
Lies along a textured wall, a relaxed pink open sign in a close friend's appartment. Between time and space lies this moment. Sometimes, a moment to cry: the dead era of time and space. Yeah, I find myself here with emotions. Staying curious about why I'm feeling the way I do. Maybe noticing how at first I get attached to the feeling. Then letting it happen as it does, and feel kindness for my own heart for feeling the way I do in the moment. Christ fucking almighty. Emotions are a flow. Always allowing us to be open to growing. Always allowing us to take responsibility for actions. Stay open. Stay curious my friends. For time and space is dead and we are alive. Finding faces in peculiar places. The times the eyes close and familiar faces appear. For some color forsaken reason, my brain adds bursts of hues to situations and memories. People come and go. Let this be known.
Growth allows for curiosity to open the next door. The closed door in Pilsen grows a green mossy beard as I open the next. I sigh with exhaustion and relaxation enters the bloodstream. The next door I am speaking of lies in the gallery walls of White Ripple. Amen for art galleries somehow letting me inside. Somehow I end up here and gracefully accept a job offer. Amen. Thank goodness for change. Thank goodness for opportunity. My next goal lies in the mountains of Colorado. I keep seeing signs and meeting strangers in odd places who speak of this dream land. Maybe I'll end up in Colorado the same way I landed in NYCH Gallery in Chicago -- Through serendipity and the goodness of the people around. Truth be told, not all storms nest in the sky. Some roar within.
Storms begin with passionate lust of wind and this time ends in disaster. Holy shit. How things went downward into a spiral. Oddly, the other half of the situation balanced the chaotic roast of the fuming insides. A balance of an awesome job offer helps. The truth here begins with yelling out blues hues of purpose. Speaking a truth. Some find the purpose of working until death. Others find free time. Free time has allowed for great moments. I now find myself, at 20 with picking up more fucking hours at a restaurant. Thankfully, I can clean out my closet. Listen to Eminem and literally bag up clothes and clothes of what I do not need anymore. I commit to being open and curious about future en-devours. Hopefully my human self can afford life, bills, gas, and who knows what else. My goal lies in New York. Mid November a new boss proposed an onset business location to travel with her and her artwork. Fingers crossed. Jetting on a plane with an empowering woman sounds delicious. Delicious to the adventure craving bones in this human body. Remember. I don't need much. I need myself. Hearing friend, Josh talk about his experience seeing the blue man group. Here it goes.
Crazy shit. I guess that's what you should expect from three blue bald dudes. Three hours of wild performances, crawling through the audiences. The three blue men took a man from the audience. *Gasp* Then, next to a white canvas the man became the medium. He basically was a human paint brush. How fun. The blue men swung him from his arms and legs into the canvas. Throwing paint onto this mysterious man/paint brush. Somehow this makes sense to make 100' s people to pay to witness this experience. Two chicks. Two enjoyments: art and (oh my god) exercise. This article popped up through Facebook and began as a breeze to read through. Beginning with a snag worthy title: Blonde on Blonde, the verbiage continued to show greatness relaying back the writers flow. The focus dipped into a personal Q and A from these two ladies, Chloe and Tina.
Both ladies from L.A and enjoy the visual aspect of this city. Va va voom. The image of L.A vibes into and out to the people wandering the streets. Apart of living in a city of color begins with learning. Learning how to breathe comfortably while boxing, swimming long lengths, and running qualify as daily workouts for Tina and Chloe. The breathe makes life worth living through each fallen bead of sweat. Almost like Black Sabbath generating new sounds, learning takes time. Time to workout begins with practice. This practice evolves into the daily lives of humans. Speaking of time, here's what a snippet of the article shared: "BROADLY: What would you tell a friend looking for advice on finding balance? Tina: Never underestimate the importance of your physical body. It affects your mental and spiritual health so much. Any time I'm freaking out or having a melt down or feeling depressed, most times, either I haven't gotten a good night's sleep or I ate shit for a few days. It is endlessly surprising how easy it can be to stay sane if you just take care of your body. Chloe: At this point - time is just the answer for everything I find. It's time." Thank you for reading this summary of blonde goodness. I put time, passion, and heart into creations shared with like minds like you. |
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