currently, i'm resting in Upstate NY trying to get my artwork together. as you can see (below) i'm doing a show out here next friday (o2/19/1o) it's going to be something like a interview w| me, &also i'll be performing some officially new pieces. they'll be fresh &yes, i will be recording. (i promise]. so i'd appreciate the l_ve, if you can come, more than welcome to attend; inspiration i'm always seeking for, &anything -- a text, IM, comments... just you know, hit me up. l_ve is l_ve.
life is crazy, global warming is in full effect. blizzards all over, white house can't even get vehicles off the premises. i been trying to tell y'all. it's only cold up here, but it's that dry cold, world is tuff. school is eye-opening but my heart is still being settled. i'm making moves to move. i still feel really accomplished though for taking that first step to start on the path of m.y. life, &no others. so regardless of the obstacles and the tears that fall -- i'm in here, (like swimwear].
i'm falling in love with being behind the lens. i see things in a whole different perspective. i don't like to refer to myself as an artist, just a kid of a searching generation.
“The artist is not a person endowed with free will who seeks his own ends, but one who allows art to realize its purposes through him. As a human being he may have moods and a will and personal aims, but as an artist he is ‘man’ in a higher sense — he is ‘collective man,’ a vehicle and molder of the unconscious psychic life of mankind."learning never stops, that's a promise. you can never get tired of gaining knowledge, considering myself as G.O.D. (gaining one's definition). it seems like everytime i get right, life turns me for the wrong. burying another family member next week, just put a friend to rest two weekends ago. it's a way to wake up, and realize this is why i wear my heart on these short sleeves. sketchbook+red pen, red headphones in the ears &red+black bookbag... if you see me, speak. respect, keep it 1oo.
different me? -- i guess so. sometimes i wish i could go back to my evil ways, but i'm pass that. growth, understanding, and movement. change is the only constant in this world. i'm feeling removed from this planet, like i belong to another realm. most likely i do, she does call me A.L.I.E.N.
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RIP Aunt Punch o2.1o.1o