Saturday, April 25, 2009

"Up Against The Wall"


This is a new painting I have done recently Titled: "Up against the Wall". I used a textured acrylic for the base to make it seem more so like the texture a rough rigid wall. I then used standard acrylic paint on top of it. I have many that I have started that are incomplete. I may in time post all my older paintings that are complete at a later time. This is just another short exposure for the time being I will be on my way out here shortly for another night of work. I can Honestly say I am pretty tired of being a police officer as it is. I do my job as I am suppose to, but in the end it really isn't fulfilling to me in any way. There isn't really any gratification. I love the people I work with, but don't necessarily love exactly what I do. I want an easier and less stressful job. Well that is enough of my bickering if you actually read this let me know what you think of the painting and such. Thank you

-Mike

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

My first go...


Well this is my first go at the whole blog website deal. I am trying to steer away from the whole myspace thing. It consumes people and its the same for Facebook. I just want somewhere I can share what I write as well as my artwork. Hopefully people will look at it and let me know what they think. I am currently on a continues struggle to find time to do what I like. Between work and a great relationship its hard to find the time, but its worth it.

My Eulogy -

My photo
somewhere, Texas, United States
I am nothing, and yet I can be everything. I stand tall with barriers and armor built with paper mache. I am aggressive and yet I am quite passive. My job doesn't match my persona. Proof that ones job doesn't define an individual. I am a realist in nature, and perceived as a pessimist. The glass isn't half empty nor is it half full. It simply is as it sits. I hate the ideals of conformity. Be an individual and a free spirit. Not a mindless reality TV driven drone on endless proportions. Do not fall into the masses. I sometimes fall into self destructive patterns simply to push and pull at my emotions. There is no rhythm or reason to why. Simply put it helps me feel alive. I write and draw with no specific purpose. I enjoy reading books, and watching films that pull at every emotion. The kind that brings the slightest chill to your neck. I am not self proclaimed to being special. I have objectively different standards in life that at times others seem its hard to live up to. I question everything with "why" simply put to find intent. Its probably easier to try and not figure me out. You'll become lost in Translation.