thoughts on the train
My form moving, accepting weight of…water or breath It’s all in my head; most things are,or at least they come to me in that way My eyes, my fingers, eye contact Touch, breath Dreamsleep, doesn’t matter which side I had really forgotten this feeling existed I doubted that it did ever, at all Everything feels… Continue reading In the Desert, waiting
If it were possible to ‘try on’ ego death, what do you imagine would be possible? What could you imagine being capable of? Or no longer bound to? Obviously, it is a bit of a paradoxical thought experiment, but it’s the best way I can invite you into this mindset, even if just temporarily. Take… Continue reading Mirrors
21.02.2020 When I was a kid, I lived near a tree farm. I liked to walk around after it had rained and feel the sticks and small pebbles underneath my bare kid-feet in the mud. My parents of course hated that, which made me love it all the more. If it hadn’t rained, the robotically… Continue reading paintball-honey-bug
Camus told us that the universe is indifferent. I never really knew what to think of that until I became an artist. Having been raised in the convenience of contemporary Christianity in middle class America, spirituality seemed to necessarily be fraught with mystery and was intentionally difficult to understand. That was fine with me. Though… Continue reading What Does it Mean?
Being someone who enjoys expressions of all mediums, I thought it would be a good idea to share my thoughts on some ideas which, for many people who do not consider themselves artists (which I disagree with wholly, but will save this discussion for another post) but who may still find themselves open to the… Continue reading Drivers of Expression
The following text is a copy of an essay written by John Frusciante, published on his blog on January 16, 2013. The blog has since been removed. I do not own the rights to this document but wish only to share it with others. . The phrase The Will To Death refers to the underlying,… Continue reading The Creative Act
When I was a teenager, I was really into Kerouac and Ginsburg and William Burroughs and all the great things that come with discovering the beatniks… and was all, “We can’t stop here, this is bat country!” I only knew of ether as it related to recreational drug use (though your very curious author has… Continue reading Into the Ether
I started my instagram account about two years ago. I was still in school and just wanted a place where I could keep myself and others motivated to see beauty in the world. I didn’t have time for it throughout the rest of my degree. But after graduating, and failing to find a job, I… Continue reading I Could Have Painted That
During my undergrad, my colleagues and I went through a strange and seemingly endless emotional plummet off of a high cliff into the dark waters of a rising sea and yet somehow resulted in us receiving a diploma. The increasing fragility of our home planet was a subject which left no stones unturned. Every day… Continue reading The Tragedy of Existence
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