Friday, June 5, 2009

Keep on Dreaming.


Keep on dreaming. Even though it seems you have lost all reasons. A small taste of hope can stretch as far as any canvas. Just be sure to keep your eyes wide open. For sometimes the sky is really falling.

Lately it seems like I have a hard time breathing for the reason that I am just backlogged on things I want to do. Over and over again I catch myself falling further behind. My artwork is lacking and indeed suffering because of it. There is plenty of rehabilitation needed. I have been going to lessons for my Cello because it is something I am truly interested in learning. I find it hard at times to find time to practice I can only imagine how hard its going to be when I begin to go back to school and gamble between that and full time work. I am in dire need of a vacation, so hopefully in August I can find that retreat.

To those who take time to read this.
Thank you.

On another note the photo above is yet another painting I have done in the past year or so enjoy. Feel free to critique.
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2 comments:

  1. Vanessa MickanJune 7, 2009 at 3:42 PM

    Hey there, Mike, I was just sitting here fantasizing about having a vacation, too. Would love to see some of your bird-inspired paintings sometime.

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  2. mama kashyyykJune 10, 2009 at 9:49 PM

    You need to post more! :) Love you brother!

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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.