on art

the possibility of art is something bigger than myself. a collection of singular experiences and thoughts.

art can be something from another world that possesses me. that shapes me. that can redefine what it is to be alive

those undefinable moments that can not be talked about; are what drive me as an artist.

dating

Dating

i am creating being FREE... INTIMATE...ADVENTURE!

i am giving up being attached; pleasing my parents; and looking good. plus proving how good i am.

who i am is freedom. intimacy and adventure.

every time i am living a free life i have to go and screw it up by getting into a woman.

being an artist is a masters degree in self misery. if you had it great all the time there would be nothing to write about.

truth be told... what do you do when everyone around you is an idiot; screaming babel and not saying much.

what do you do ; when you are at a party and what people want to talk about is baseball with thier kids. don't get me wrong it's not all that bad; but when your whole life is about exploring and tasting and experiancing. and creating.

there doesn't seem to be much to talk about.

i guess i could get into handy work. and other mundane activities. but i am having a hard time wraping my mind around that

i could talk about the jersey shore; or some tv show. or whatever people these days chat about. i really don't know because i am not in those conversations. seems quite borring.

i guess the more obsessed you get about living the farther you get from everyday life. and it's off to my self imposed castaway island for revolutionary.

inquires into art

most people lives lives of quite desperation...even the most afluent...

life is an expression of art...or a rat race

art is not a pigments; pictures; or a move or two stung together.

art is a surrendering to something beyond yourself.

in those rare moments where you no longer exist and it's as if the hand of god... is lifting you through life. that is the practically non existent moments when art happens.

the rest is a cheap suit.

an artist spend most of his life finding a way to a handful of those moments. not an easy life. not one that i would suggest to most people. a life not for the faint hearted... a life that the most god awful stubborn and glorious people get pulled into.

but oh what a life.

i remember growing up and my dad teaching me to draw a shoe. and i spent hours on this. and at the end of the day i didn't have the calling to continue.

But then word found me. and for some reason the writtin word caputured my imagination.

music also ensnared me into her web

as well as movement. dance is alot like being caught into the current of a giant wave. that is rolling in. raising you up; a natural roller-coaster. casting you down in a free-fall. then churnig you around and a around. up and down side to side; until you can't tell what is up or down. leaving you sprawled out on the beach a clump of ecstasy.

a simple promise

my refuge vow.... funny how simple and difficult a simple promise can be. it's that annoying alarm clock ringing in your ear. and the more you hit the snooze the more annoying that damm thing is. wouldn't it be much simpler to just wake up. if life were that simple for me.

office hampter to movie mogul

yesterday was day 3 or 4 of the gun of doom; late nite 2 am laying out the blueprint of the story. Spirt s are well. spirts are always well in the beginning though. the key is to keep moving forward and strive for the best but never to a stand still. always move forward. as my gung gung used to share with me... in my enginering meetings i always made sure we made at least one small decision no matter how small. and in my whole career i was late only on one power plant.

the only time he was late besides his plan for death ;)