Night After Sidewalk

I hope I can remember that all the things I have done have made me who I am and that hopefully the past will not haunt me or be a crutch that has been made to artifically slow me down. Press forward into the oncoming storm of reality.

Steadily sitting in my room with wavy visions and thoughts of how and why I ended a lifestyle for this pain and suffering to try and be happy for a moment. Among the stress to having a roof, the only satisfaction I want is comfort in this lonely bed room witch I know will never happen being a artist, with a mentality of never being satisfied. Things will always be complicated and I feel there will never be a solution to this problem unless I forget the problems. But to do that is to forget yourself. I am done with this so called life and will do my best to be satisfied with downloading movies, jacking off and making so called art. That is all I will look forward to and that can never be unsatisfied.

spring eyes spring crimes

It has been a weird and crazy spring so far. A lot of small and somewhat big things that have been testing my mental health. I put on a art show in my back yard on the 23rd that was a huge hit in my humble opinion. Lots of good friends and good times and good art as well, I wish more people from the art community came out but what can you do. All that matters is the artist and the crowd had a grand ole time. Side note, I will be dumping this entire graffiti thing due to some recent shit going down. I am pretty upset about it but I can now focus on a few other things that will help me out in the long run. Other then that I hope shit only stays real, what more can ya say. Be easy.

individual relations

Thinking more about the ideas that exist inside the artistic world I am constantly trying to organize my thoughts in a presentable string of words. But it being art that I am trying to present. Only the artwork can present the ideas that can not be spoken threw my mouth but more threw my art. In speaking let the overall artwork consume your soul in a manor that you can understand.

I will do my best to describe the work threw my eyes and also the eyes that the viewer may or may not have.

In the begging of viewing my work, the individuals presented have skin that are submerged in colors, marks and designs. Each subject matter has its own identity in emotion of itself threw its skin that depict the subjects mannerism's and emotional identity that are seen by the artist. The depiction of the very diverse skin of each subjects self are meant to describe the individual as a whole. The diverse skin is more confusing and appealing in a way to the viewer of the subjects clothing being so somberly, detailed in a manner of quick and timeless, brash thinking of the individual that the artist might see. Thus the battle of overcoming ones look with ones overall outlook on life and emotional ties.

In many circumstances before I would of looked at ones overall attire and describe them as a individual due to that, but in my recent outlook on life the identity of someone is more of how they act around someone and how they speak to people and etc. So in general I may look at someone and say there lame or uncool but only until you talk to them is when you change your mind. A thing most of us have always had troubled with, especially me.

I have yet good photos of my work that I am presenting but hopefully soon.