What is this?
A personal exploration into monetizing the creative act of evolution into self. Creating a sacred liminal place in which life as an artist exists.
I make art because words aren’t enough to emote transcending beyond this plane of existence, communicating with our true essence and bring it back in the form of beauty.
*******transending time and space to bring this beauty into the world******
9/17/24 No.29 - Where is my mind?
As an artist
We spend days in solitude
Fighting the ego
Creating unseen world in our minds
In search of an original thought
A conversation over time
Lost in translation
Twisted contortions
Finding solace between the lines
9/17/24 No.28 - What world you livin in?
Lighting strikes
Fire burned
Turn to ash
Grass grows
Garden blooms
Then dies all over again
Grass
Bees
Budding trees
Humming in unison
Unseen cities
Human seems to have forgotten we live in
9/17/24 No.27 - Cosmic Clown
The most serious
Unserious person you'll ever meet
Caring too much
But also not at all
Walking on a tightrope
Trying not to fall
Only to fall
And be caught by
9/17/24 No.26 - You built the cage
Labels
Putting ourselves in stables
Battling to define
The ephemeral
Constantly in motion
A puppet master
Overly invested
Sinking
Shifting
Rattled about
Floating on egg drops
Swallowed by a cyclone
Perfect princess
Prancing around
9/17/24 No.25 - Give a fuck
Complacency or contentment
What is the lesser of evil
Okay with giving up
Content with what was given
Not needing to over complicate
Complacent with a dead end job
Hating from the moment you stepped on
Being happy with what you got
No longer growing
In that tiny pot