IF - Wind

Illustration Friday: Wind

here y'all go -

hum

grumbling rumbling mind, empty void of pitiness, pettiness cleverness. actions for satisfaction, dissatifying matter of fact. seeking knowledge of perfection effective affection. still there's less time passing outside my mind than within. dreams are the means. give me a booster to wake up with the rooster. the tea i sip is the good drink from the platter given to me by the mad hatter. the fact is it just dosnt matter. a child's thoughts are more than mild draughts intoxicating the mind. they are te truth unhithered by the constraints of adulthood. i am meakly seeking a sip of tea.

Strange old ramble in the night

I believe in a spiritual world. A world in which every transition or metamorphosis is the act of something greater than ourselves. The flow of water, the growth of a flower and the death of a moth are natural transitions of which we all know. How can we explain or begin to make sense of these things without looking to a god, a spirit, a magical force? Science and rational thought explain things in complex codes, but there’s so much mystery to it all. Birth, death and the passing of time are all we can be sure of in life and yet we hardly come to grips with it, rarely do we understand its nature.
It seems there is more to life, death and time than we know of. Who’s to say all the faerie tales and ancient myths we were told as kids aren’t true? There is a magic in life that we could know if only we open our eyes wide enough to see. The sublime of nature is in every aspect of nature. I found these fragmented memories from a lost age in which the world was spiritual and magical. These books hold decrees of a sort that may help in guiding you to an understanding of the world; a different perspective of understanding.

-the "books" were part of my senior project (which can be viewed via the link to my photographs).

This is pretty much my stance on things. I love faerie tales and myths. Life is pretty boring, but with some imagination it becomes a vibrant world filled with a magick we always thought existed.

I just thought I'd post this for shits and giggles.
Here's today's random pic.

memories and a poem.

today at work i was flooded with an old memory of when i went to italy as a boy. i went with the art club in highschool. along with our school was another school from maine that shared our tour bus. i became good friends with one of the guys from maine. we were complete goofballs. he paid me 5 euro to fall down the marble stairs at the sistine chapple; of course i did it with a great big smile! one night we all went out to the gilotti shoppe (very delicious btw). Afterwards the two of us began dancing. at first we were just fooling around until a couple started to video tape us. after a moment or two a group began to form; we had a crowd. So, being totally spontaneous the two of us did about a 15 min "abstract" dance proformance. basically just jumping around, climbing walls cartwheels randomness. apparently people really enjoyed it. thats the memory i had today. it made me so glad to remember that. lately i've been thinking alot about my childhood...yep.

i wrote this poem with magnetic poetry on my frige:

Aching Vision

And I sit
Rusting
No sleep with
A thousand
Roads
Show me
A winter forest
With gorgeous rocks
Under the iron moon.


PS- here is a random picture-

B.O.

This is about B. O. It's true, not the body odor but the colours black and orange. Black and Orange, Orange and Black.

seasons.

Here is Fall and Winter. Comming later: Spring and Summer.