As you grow and you’re pruned, the world crashes down around you defaulting to ash.
The dust of the ones you loved and thought loved you too, all scattered into miniscule fragments.
The after glow of day knowing you are destined to live the life of a phoenix. Whats always yours has always been, and will forever be.
Leave me to my thoughts, the ones you are mad when I express…the ones you cant control. The life you think you possess and the one I behold.
Those who watch the storms come…dare I beg you, pray them away?
And whats wrong with chasing waterfalls? The rivers and lakes I know are drying up like fadded memories and things I love to forget. Hate to remember you and the summers we fell in aubile laughter created in love.
I’m pretty sure Ive exhausted myself.
When walking after the flesh, you will constantly find all to be vanity…most done in chaos and indecency. All for naught. Nothing. At all.
I briefly found myself searching for happiness in food and drink. What soda, what beer will quench my thirst? What food can fill me to the brim of satisfaction? Which pretty girl will kiss my fears and hide my shame? How much money do I need to ease my families burdens and send me to unknown land for my magic feet? Where are the Joneses and what are we in competition for this week?
What happened in the news to make us weak? What holiday approaches so we can momentarily ignore the sorrowful time warp we call life? Who would you be if drugs had devoured you?
How dark is the Black Hole anyway?
An interesting Monday read from The Guardian. For me, nudity in art has always been a conversation on how far an artist is allowed to go. Check this piece on Modigliani and let me know your thoughts.
Bob Ross. The man. The artist. The legend. I used to watch Bob paint when I was a kid and I knew he was a genius. He was always so in tune with nature and it came across in his paintings. In my humble opinion, he will always be better than I am, because he had squirrels for friends. How peaceful must the human soul be to be friend creatures so small, and make us all feel that they are so important? I rant about Bob to this day, mostly because the wet on wet technique doesnt work well for my art…especially with acrylic paint. This is not the first post I’ve done dedicated to Mr. Ross. It wont be the last. Check out this article with random facts about Bob and let me know your thoughts. Happy painting.
The thing I love most about art, is the fact that it is so open to interpretation, that the artist could paint something one way and the viewer see something completely different. The thing I hate most about art, is chances are, an artist will be good and dead before ever given a decent amount of recognition. Cue this BBC article on Jean-Michel Basquiat, and share your thoughts.
Peace to Dazed for the scoop on this.
For a creative mind, everything is a medium. Even the food we eat. Even, say, an avocado. Once more, everyone’s favorite green superfood is in the spotlight, thanks to its supple yet firm interior flesh, which provides an optimal canvas for culinary artists to make a miniature-sized masterpiece. But snap that pic quickly; avocado flesh…
via This Eye-Catching Avocado Art Is Exactly as Crazy As It Sounds — TIME
Rejoice, all ye conspiracy theorist and occult fanatics! As a lover of art and the mysteries of this realm, I have to admit I find this…interesting to say the least. Check out the link below and share your thoughts.
The Black and White theme is an unending personal favorite and Pantone’s vision here is remarkable. Check out the article and Art below
Of course art reduces stress! I learned this as an angry teenager while cursing at the walls of my room. I would get my water colors in hand and paint everything black, hahaha. In any event, check out this lifehack article on stress reduction via art whether novice or pro.