Friday, September 16, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
It was my freshman year of high school, we were disillusioned with our modern society. We hoped for nostalgia, things that people didn't like or understand anymore. We made friends, we all connected, the little group of us that always ate in the middle of the quad by the rock. It was 2002, and we loved the resurgence of rock n roll from bands like The Strokes and The White Stripes. We also loved David Bowie, The Clash, Smashing Pumpkins; you know, all those bands misfit teenagers dug. We were also diggin' this litttle ditty, a personal favorite of mine from his album Sha Sha. Ben Kweller's song 'Wasted and Ready.'' Something we would all sing along to while my mom drove us around town.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
As i'm perusing fashion blogs: the sartorialist, vogue, and style.com, part of me gets this great sense of envy. A jealousy that wells up because these are all things I want. All things I want to be. The designer, the stylist, the artist. But then again, I have to look at those things and admire the work of those people. I can't see it with envious eyes, it just makes me feel bad about myself, and the dreams I once had. I don't have to feel bad about myself. I can embrace it, and try to create something for myself. I don't necessarily want fame, recognition, or even attention. I have to get over that, I have to get over myself. So I'm just gonna say that I love fashion, I always will. I will always have that bad habit of spending my lunch money on an article of clothing I find I can't live without. I will eye out my vintage mod dresses and will continually be inspired by the world around me. I will not be jealous, but rather, inspired by all the creative beings that feel what i feel. I will embrace the clutter, and love the fabric. It will always be part of me.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
I can feel this time more.
It took distances, to carry it sometimes.
My hair making a long line in the wind, wrapping my face.
To touch your hand.
The weather is going to get dark.
Red turns to gold, orange to gray.
I finger the threads along that unknown road.
A part of me becomes a part of you.
I walked so long.
I thought so hard,
creating a cryptic wilderness in my heart.
I wanted to paint it all without using any of my abilities.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Trying to figure out which kind of work that suits me is all.
"If you care about what you do and work hard at it, there isn't anything you can't do if you want to."
— Jim Henson (It's Not Easy Being Green: And Other Things to Consider)
Inside there is this goofy, creative, and unique girl who's lost her way along the seemingly depressing pathways of adulthood. It's all about harnessing your energies and putting them to good use.
Therefore, I have made a pact with myself. Starting today, I'm just going to spend any free time that I have whether it be five minutes or 2 hours, and devote it towards anything left brain related. I might just write, paint, sew, draw, collage, play music, or read a book. Just something to keep that side alive, to spark an idea, to make a mess and not be upset about it.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Thursday, September 1, 2011
IS there a form of light, maybe a middle ground between sex realms? Like a fog, with a crystal stream. Looking at me, looking at you. All it is is picture. It's just sight. It comes into my eyes but then it triggers something in my body. Those connecters exchanging chemicals and feelings.