A blog for my thoughts.
I’ve been hurting. I’m still hurting. Going away doesn’t help when I’m my own problem. I can’t escape myself…this bitter earth. No, I’m bitter. This earth….is beautiful. I know it. I need to feel it. I will feel it.
Working on myself because I’m too strong to let myself fall further.
Dedication to more than yourself. Simply inspiring.
(via fuckyeahyoga)
I just want to make the world dance.
(via hellbenthellyeah)
homeboy knows how to take one for the team!
This is the kind of person I want on my team. He can hang wit me errday.
I randomly picked up a large matte board, wsol oil pastels, drafting tape, and a long metal ruler the other day. Last night I decided to do a painting. It always takes me a long time to figure out what I want to draw — I decided to draw an old Tibetan monk after 30 minutes of searching google images, tumblr, and stumbleupon for inspiration.
Ever since high school I drew old people; there’s a certain aesthetic to them that I can’t quite put my finger on.
I did a quick sketch with a white prisma and began to paint and draw. I liked where I was going and I soon felt that nostalgic and meditative trance state I was so fond of.
A couple hours in and I decide to make it partially cubistic and abstract. I was used to doing the realistic portraits and some cubism but never in one piece. Mind you, the portrait was almost finished and to my liking.
Cubism turned into a full-fledged abstract and much more meaningful work. I smeared and painted over the realist portrait. I don’t know what got into me. I would never have done this before but I wasn’t thinking anymore. I got lost in the moment and the final product didn’t matter to me. I was painting with the movement of my breath and the music I had been listening to (Max Richter). It was like I was dancing. Strokes became longer and I started using my fingers. I didn’t know where I was going with it. I felt like I was back in preschool finger painting for the sake of finger painting.
I kept going until I physically couldn’t paint any longer. I almost fell asleep right where I was sitting.
I set it down and crawled into bed. I can’t recall what it looks like. It doesn’t matter anyway.
IS THIS REALLY ALL YOU SEE WHEN YOU LOOK AT AN ANIMAL?
OH SO DELICIOUS! Reminds me of a friend’s tattoo of a pig with little grid lines for cuts of meat! :D
D:
Barn Owl (Tyto alba) | image by Dennis Binda
An orphaned orangutan at a sanctuary in Borneo. (Born to be Wild)
(via iliketolive)
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
When I was driving to my brother’s house the other night, I lost it. Everything that I’d been keeping in, I let it go — mostly in the form unhindered screams. I haven’t had time for myself in a while and I haven’t meditated. Things were just trapped in and I couldn’t really think it through or find peace.
I surprised myself in how loud and emotional I was. I just needed some release. I’m still not in the right state but I’m working on it.
