Monday, March 28, 2011

Color, Texture, and New works.

Let's get this shit done. We are, so we create, We are the artists of the world.

Texture, Feelings
Color, Life
New Works, Art.

Explore these ideas. Through film and self discovery.

Get back to me on that.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010


"You have to find something that you love enough to be able to take risks, jump over the hurdles and break through the brick walls that are always going to be placed in front of you. If you don't have that kind of feeling for what it is you are doing, you'll stop at the first giant hurdle."
- George Lucas

Thursday, October 14, 2010


There are deep blackish bags under my eyes. This is a natural occurrence for someone like me, who can't sleep at night. Well, I can Sleep, I just don't. It's more or less because it's the only time i feel truly alone. I like to be alone with my thought and for the past couple of nights my thoughts seemed to involve circles. And after I woke up this morning feeling awful, I tried to remember the dream I had two nights ago.

I was falling down a tunnel. The walls were smooth to the touch, but cold, and ever couple of feet, I would fall into something that looked as if it were puddles suspended in mid air. Splash.

I fell through about 10 of these puddles until finally I hit the ground. Thud.

I looked around and I was in a jungle, thick and green. I began to tear my way through the vines. Riping and Pulling my way through, going no where but deeper into the jungle until something caught my eye.

I don't remember what it was or maybe I never knew what it was, but something compelled me to run after it.
I was running at full speed through the jungle. Vines were tangling around my feet and grasping at my wrists. Until I reached a clearing, it was dark, and i could feel eyes resting upon my form in the darkness. Something grabbed me, something holding me by my wrists, ankles, and waist. Flash.

I was Blinded.

Something was happening to me, I was changing. Whatever had grabbed me let go, I wasn't blinded any more, but everything was bright. I looked at my hands they were covered in perfectly circular drops of blood.

I then woke up.

What was that? Now don't get me wrong i've had pretty strange dreams before but that was pretty off.

Is there really such thing as a perfect circle in nature?
Perfect isn't Natural. Life isn't Perfect. Humanity isn't Perfect.

I can't draw a perfect circle, but neither can Nature.

Maybe I should stop listening to Cocorosie, It's making me depressed.

I fell asleep in the middle of eating Greek Yogurt.

It's four a.m. and I want to pass out. But here's a some of my work first.
Why won't Blogger let me use my own pictures for background? I'm so not in the mood to resize my photos.