Requiems Of Nature...

Swan Dive...

Sketch 2....

Sketch 1 Photoshopped...

Sketch 1...

Banksy....

What Is Art...

Art is the ability to create something that has the capacity to live and inspire forever...

It is the ability to capture something (a moment or a feeling) that is so personal that is is common...

It is the idea that while feeling something is a solitary experience, it binds us all as human beings...

It is the state of consciousness that suppresses the mind and allows the soul to control the strokes of a paintbrush and picks of a guitar string...

It is the courage to travel deep within ourselves, past our thoughts, through our minds and into our souls and isolate and identify that which makes us unique individuals...our perspectives

It is the challenge of traveling deep within ourselves, past our thoughts and into our souls in order to free our perspectives from the shackles of our rational minds, and taking that perspective back through the same course and creating something that accurately and completely captures the challenges we faced to identify it and humbly returning it back to the world from where it originated in the hope that it may one day inspire others to have the courage to do the same...

Today I Realized...

Today I realized that our concept of reality is limited to the composition of that which stains the fabric of our memory....it is everything that you can recall once reality has passed....those are the things you've focused on and it is what you find important in the reality that surrounds you...most of the time you choose your focal points, but sometimes the randomness of life finds its way into view whether you like it or not...and it asks for your attention....that is reality....it is something that you selectively create in your head....it is something that is not real....it may not be accurate....and it is surely different from everyone elses perceptions....such a beautiful thing...

Trapped In A Blur...

Isn't it strange that we have zero concept of reality? What do you mean, what do I mean? I mean you have no concept of reality. None. It doesn't exist. If I asked you to define a reality, you couldn't do it. Its impossible for your brain to even grasp what reality is. I mean where is reality? You think it ends at the limits of your eyesight or the limits of your hearing? No it keeps going. Reality has no boundaries, it is existing everywhere at once. Farther than the eye can see or the ears can hear. And the reality of what is happening outside your box is affecting whats in your box. So how can you understand whats happening in your box if your just dealing with limited data. So you say well I have a concept of my own personal reality which is boxed in by the limits of my senses. Thats funny. No you dont. You think you can grasp the vastness of everything that is happening around you in a fraction of a second? By the time you've even attempted to grasp what is happening around you, that thing you've tried to analyze has already changed. Its gone. It came and went and by the time you held out your hand to hold it, it has already disappeared. It sucks too because Im sure it was beautiful. To understand everything at once. That is such a daunting task. Its so intimidating. What is happening around us. And for humans, the most advanced species on the face of the earth....we cant do it. We dont even come close. I mean think about it...do you know how intelligent humans are? At one time, our race saw this bright object in the sky that rose at night, and set by morning and we said, we will build a vehicle that will allow us to traverse space and land on it so we can understand it. We thought to ourselves, man it would be great if I could speak to someone on the other side of the planet right now. And we built a telephone. Even to this day it fascinates me that I can say something in a telephone and a person thousands of miles away will hear me instantaneously! Its unbelievable...the curiosity and intelligence of man. I mean think about what it took to send someone to the moon. We needed to master physics. I mean master it...understand it from all angles. Understand what kind of environment the moon was suspended in. How the moon was suspended in the first place. How we would build something to traverse it successfully without creating a cosmic disaster. Fascinating. And then I think of reality, and I say to myself how is it that man, in all his curiosity and brilliance, how is it that he can not understand the reality of what is happening around him. Its all just a big blur. We are constantly just living in a past where we believe it is the present. The present. Now. Right now. Its so weird. Right now. Right now. Right now. Now. Whenever I think about right now, and I try to put my arms around it, my heart starts to race for some reason. Its as if I understand the reality that Im living with no safety net. Anything can happen right now. i can do anything right now. Anything.

Zeitgeist...

Knock Knock

Perhaps it's not the best idea to start out with a political post, but I recently stumbled upon this poem that I wrote in 2003, and thought it was still relevant. I'd love to hear your thoughts on the poem, politics, or whatever you think of.

Knock Knock

Excuse me Mr. President, I know you are busy,
But I have been screaming, didn't you hear me?
I realize you have more important things to do -
People to hate, spirits to chew,
Windows to board-up, secrets to hide,
But while you were sleeping, your daisies all died.
I'm sorry Mr. President, I don't mean to nag,
But twenty six stars just fell off the flag.
The Statue of Liberty - her torch held high,
Crumbled to pieces and fell from the sky.
I know you have too many things in your head,
But on your front porch there's a dove lying dead.
I can see you've been busy with bombing and lying,
But while you were playing, your children were dying.

a strange place, this...

i'm not entirely sure what i'm doing here. to be honest, a little confused about the whole setup, but i'm sure i'll get it eventually. i was invited in and now, it's like staring at a blank canvas. so much easier to respond to others than start your own conversation (uh.. with your self?).  still fumbling my way around. i'll start with a l'il poem i wrote some years ago. greetingz and good night...

the awesome we

it's to you i write

the one who fills the night
with restrictions manmade
so cold in this shade
can you really wonder
why there is thunder
from so many always
who dream of sunny days
aren't we here
to grow on our own
to face our fears
to know the unknown
it's to you i write
the one against the light
your shadow is large
but i've got you in perspective
you're not large at all
you're scared and you're small
we who still dream
of possibilities unseen
won't let you cloud our days
in a sappy, happy haze
we know the real deal
it's the touch, it's the feel
it's the stuff in between
past is gone
future may never be
presently, the stuff in between
the taste of the dream
the awesome we

Who Am I?

I recommended Radio Lab to you, but here is the link to a show that is relevant to many of the conversations we have. It's about who the real you is, the one inside the shell of your body. Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror and gotten freaked out? Like you were completely disassociated with the reflection staring back at you? I have. Please listen and I would love to hear your thoughts.

http://www.wnyc.org/shows/radiolab/episodes/2005/02/04

An Interesting Thought....

“What if a demon were to creep after you one night, in your loneliest loneliness, and say, 'This life which you live must be lived by you once again and innumerable times more; and every pain and joy and thought and sigh must come again to you, all in the same sequence. The eternal hourglass will again and again be turned and you with it, dust of the dust!' Would you throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse that demon? Or would you answer, 'Never have I heard anything more divine'?”

-Friedrich Nietzsche

Spoken word turns into song

Did you guys know that if a spoken phrase is repeated (looped) over and over it turns into song?? Try it!! I was listening to radio lab on npr and this sound phd woman discovered this phenomenon accidentally. She had a recording of her voice and it was accidentally left on and was looping on a phrase. After a while the spoken word turned into song. The women, not realizing it was her own voice thought she heard someone singing. It took her a minute before she realized it was her own voice and that it wasn't being sung, but spoken. To prove the point they looped the phrase on the radio and I swear it did start to sound like singing. And that looped phrase when put back in the complete sentence (unlooped) still sounded like song. So all the other parts of the sentence sound normal and like spoken word, but when it gets to the phrase that was previously looped in turns into song. It was fascinating (ha ha). Or fasina-ing.

Welcome To Aristotle's Corner...

The purpose of this blog is simply to provoke the mind and challenge everything that we believe we know...for one thing I am certain of is that even to our dying day we will be certain of nothing....it is only through the exchange and recognition of the infinite abyss of perspectives that we will have built a path towards the ultimate truth...