Frame of Reference

Bewilder me with clarity as we hang our stars amongst the clouds and lose every ounce of patience we have for each other with utmost sincerity the difference in our minds' lies is as ever changing as the color of your eyes lest you forget the blue in mine never alters but my breath does falter following my heart as it drowns in clouded waters are these wounds festering or is it the itch of the healing that we're feeling?

We went to the duck pond yesterday.  Just the two of us.  Then we came home and played with my hats. 

I'm not really happy with how these are turning out. I really need something on my wall though. So maybe they will just be filler until I can get something decent up.

I'm glad that I only have two more days until I have two days off. Only having one day is just a tease. My body doesn't like me for only one day. It needs one to recover and one to enjoy. Tomorrow is Monday. Monday's suck and it's the first day of school here. I hope it goes well for everyone. Kind of inspired for artwork. It's tentative and I have three, possibly four commissions on hold. I told them all that I can't commit to a deadline, so I don't have that pressure. Maybe I will work better that way.

Struck a nerve reading E squared Like a chord on a guitar, maybe C A peacock feather, dismembered Amongst blood shaded royalty Everything I have isn't enough Positivity is just way too much Our world is what we make it Fear begets fear and I refuse to feed it

So maybe Florida 'is' really going to break off or sink into the ocean. Check out my neighborhood street -> Hard to tell with the perspective, but the traffic cone in the hole is just as large as the traffic cone standing upright. Ugly, gnarly sinkhole/pothole car tire trap.  My baby nephew Caiden, sleeping. He is going to grow into his full set of devil horns. Right now he's just rocking one half of the pair because he only has the stamina to be half as devilish as he could be. He's only three months but in comparison to other babies I see, he seems largish. Although his mother is 5'11 so I guess it's normal. Just wish we could get him to the doctor. Still no painting. Still fighting snot like a white knight with shiny armor. Kicked the coughs ass but getting my ass kicked by the sinuses.

The last day of my vacation. I didn't even pick up a paint brush. I did a fair amount of staring at a blank canvas. Maybe it's for the best. I haven't been feeling well. Every time that I swallow, my ears pop. I feel like I have a piece of pepper stuck at the back of my throat and no amount of coughing or clearing it or water is helping. I know it's my sinuses or allergies. I know that tomorrow of the next day I will feel better. I just know it. Odd experiences with artists at the gallery: I was working with a yoga instructor one evening. Her phone chimes. She looks at it and says, "Oh, it's just my reminder to meditate." I don't know, seems a little.... oxymoronic. Another evening I was lamenting about how I have a hard time setting prices and I often end up giving stuff away. The lady says, "I stopped giving things away a long time ago. I wouldn't do that now (pause) ... unless God told me to." Right, well that was a conversati...

"Taking steps is easy. Staying still is hard" The world keeps moving when I close my eyes. I am presented with problems and I want to solve them, like some bad rap song, while my dj revolves them. The sun comes up and it goes down. Here I am in the wings, called upon with the bat signal to swoop in and then be cast out. I will build it, I will buy it, I will call them. But when I feel selfish, who will say that is okay? Like having a bad day?

I probably repeat myself a lot. Parent's repeat themselves a lot for the same exact reason that teachers repeat themselves. Older people do it because they probably don't care and younger people do it because they can't remember who they just told their "awesome" story to. It's being human. Makes us lovable, I think. Caiden rolled over today. I was lying in bed with him. He was fighting sleep so I was making him 'work a little'. This just consists of me holding him and trying to get himself to "hold himself up" or rolling him around on the bed. Making him lift his face up and just like that, he rolled over, right in front of me. I know this is a completely normal occurrence for babies and I can't explain why it makes me so happy. I'm just so proud of the little guy. I called him my little "C-man" and then I paused because I realized that sounds way to much like SEMEN. So, new nickname time. On July 19th I sold my skate...