Thursday, September 8, 2011


"The people who weep before my pictures," Rothko noted, "are having the same religious experience I had when I painted them."

In - sipration

it's funny how you find inspiration in the smallest of places. as a self proclaimed artists i find myself being snooty, think of my art as superior and thinking to myself that no one can teach/ tell/ show me more than what i am inspired by in my own being. my own compass that guides me, then the other day i am walking through my art class turning my nose upward and then i pass this girl. she has bangs in the front of her hair and a rat tail that has been braided in the back with everything buzzed in the middle, yet im not shocked and dont look away from her face, she has this very thoughtful peaceful sweetness about her, i look at her dark red paintings and feel a surge of being afraid, inspired and really relating to her. like we had a sameness, and then i realized that the art you seek in life is just a resonation of yourself in someone elses work. wow

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Sunday, May 29, 2011


Nothing much happened after you died. I was weary, tired of waiting for your ghost. I withdrew from society, and spent many stretched and wretched hours alone.
The security guards employed by the council to patrol the cemetary eventually became used to me. My profound sadness grew into something that I took for granted; like my left arm, for example.
There was no sign, no harbinger, but one afternoon I was standing there, watching, and the small white flowers growing on your grave shivered as your soul rose into the air.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011


The Best Kind of love

I just had a truly amazing experience. I got into the shower and looked into the mirror and put my arms around myself. I whispered "I love you," and I really meant it.

Notable Now.

  • Books I'm reading now: "fierce invalids home from hot climates" and SCIENCE TEXTBOOKS ee