Frame of Reference

Silence. It's my new enemy. Don't get me wrong, I love silence in my head. But silence that is forced upon me is.....hell. What else is giving me problems? THE SKATEBOARD DECK.

In High School I did an oil painting of a killer whale among planets, a la "Lassen". From that moment on I decided that I was not a painter. I have a lot, A LOT of respect for painters. The control wasn't there. I couldn't shade or control the brush like I could pencils. I decided this week to give it another try. I mean, heck, I never thought I could be a server. I never thought I could do a lot of things. But I did them. I like how it's turning out. I've really surprised myself, well almost. It's not finished yet and I could very well screw it all up before it's over. I've also registered for an art contest of sorts. It's at a local skate and surf shop. I got my skate deck today. It has a purple top. Made me smile. Just gotta narrow down ideas for painting it by next week. The judging will be on gallery night, the 16th I think. It's small scale, nothing major, but it's all public which is kinda scaring the crap out of me. I just know ...

I've been listening to my last fm music almost constantly. I think I've built up my library enough to where it actually plays decent recommendations. At least stuff that I don't have to skip through so often. Been sketching a lot. I found this really cool photo of Emma from the band Sick Puppies. I liked the perspective. I also like the effect of it not looking quite finished. Mixing realism and flat 2D is kinda cool. I've also been flipping through Stumble. That is an awesome thing. It's very inspiring. Found this cool site about photographs. It's like .... POST SECRET but Not, but Kinda. Dear Photograph I wish things were different. I wish I could change the past. I wish that people could hold onto things like I do . But maybe I am the one in the wrong . Maybe you aren't supposed to hold onto anything at all. Or maybe I will just learn to be content with my differences, some day. I have this vision in my head. I'm a very visual oriented perso...

I had a very bizarre dream last night, when I finally was able to sleep. I tossed and turned and read and stared at the ceiling until 4 a.m. I think I was trying too hard to shut my brain off, so naturally it went into over drive. I found myself in a huge 4 story mall/building/warehouse type structure. I know what the outside looks like which is weird because I was never outside during my dream. I remember there were a lot of people, and we knew each other somehow. It was storming outside. I kept looking at the ceiling tiles just waiting for lightening to come through or one to be ripped off. I get the feeling we were looking for shelter but to no avail. A few of us got into the elevator to go into the parking garage. I remember the buttons said 4 - 3 and then the other floors were just indicated by dots and slashes. _.. ._ As soon as the doors opened water started gushing into the doors and this huge grey pick up truck turned it's lights on and revved it's engine. There was ...

Scratch it. Peel the skin away. I feel the tension building. It's funny how humans need to release and express emotions. It's funny. Consensus of my hair. Boys dislike VERY much. Girls like. It's funny. Filling up my sketchbook! Filling up my dreams. I had three. Do you see movement where there is none? It's funny.

Today is going to be a better day! Two sea otters hold hands while they sleep so they don't drift apart.

Dwell and digest. Breathe and wake up. Get inspired and grip silver linings with teeth and nails. If you google dirty car art, this guys gallery should pop up. It's amazing! It's tragic that it's so temporary, but I also like that concept too. I think it makes one appreciate it even more. "If you could only see the beast you've made of me I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallow'd ground" ~Florence + the Machine~