How do significant life events or the passage of time influence your perspective on life?
Hola Galeras,
I feel like as time goes by I realize I took myself to seriously or not enough. Health things have opened up my perspective. I value the murals and the mistakes from them. They kind of raised me into this guy. No one told me so much to “do this” or “ don’t do that”. Learned through watching others and helped me a lot. I look back at all the art shows as a continuation of art school. I feel better as an artist living beyond those sometimes painful moments. I wish I could have skipped some of them but they helped raise me. Now I read the notes of others and try to learn. Learning has become more my goal than sometimes doing an act.
I have been a ghost for a bit due to the national flu. Who would have guessed the connection of illness would be our link. As I go into the new year, I have plans of making.
These bits are the middle of the start. The plans of me from before. I do love the little bugs. They seem to be an echo in my day right now. I see them in card games and drawings and toys. A little golden toy playing in my mind like a video game. Endless and clean.
Breast curves of dreams left in ash trays. Pencil cuttings from left over inspiration of legacy. I am but the hope of old generations snacking on disagreements. The led is synthesized to be dark and smoky. Better taste for capitalism but less filling.
The toe box of the studio is no longer vast or tight fitting. The silent parts are ment to be sexy but can no longer hold its own weight. Be yet the teeth and not the tongue and taste of us and our endless hungers. Scars and rubber bands holding the peace together.
If I were to bet on me for four more decades I would give you my dreams as collateral.
The desk is covered in half thought up plans, cough drops, clickers, harmonica from being 13 in human boy form, rolling papers and toy soldiers in a band I’m yet to imagine on page. These are my true currency.
Dreaming of smells from smaller mammals.
And yet I roll, I roll and nothing but dust are my new tattoos of the ink tribe. A king of an empty kingdom of returns from sanctuary sanity.
To be and do and sleep others dreams layered in like sandwiches. Run little boy run and tell them “we had cake when we were young.”
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