I promised

I promised to be honest and still i hold back these feelings. There is this fear of being too vulnerable. Too transparent. Maybe a little mystery is good. Maybe the smoke and mirrors game that we've been playing is needed. Maybe? but then again...who knows.

my approach

I love art. All mediums. There's something absolutely transcending about the whole subject. I correlate creating art as communing with God. I love how colors, words, and materials all transmute vibrations and emotions. It's so special to have the ability to convey what you feel to others.

The younger me strived to describe simplicity with complexity. but i've grown since then, and i find beauty in the opposite.

spare me your fancy words. give me your honest thoughts.

One thing i haven't learned how to do is write from a place that is distant to me. I haven't learned to disconnect. I spill my guts, i'm vulnerable, i'm hu(e)man. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing. I don't know if you can really disconnect the art from the artist. I know that it's a humbling experience when i do create. I don't take any of that for granted.

I don't claim to be anything other than me. no labels, no titles. No expectations.

Inside

The other day, I felt it. I felt myself start down this path where i was completely lost inside. Inside these emotions, inside these words, inside these thoughts. I allowed for them to pour out. And as freeing as the experience was, as euphoric as i felt while i created...i became scared. What if i got lost forever? What if i never found my way back to me? What will people think? Then i remembered a more important word: Trust. I need to trust myself and the universe more. I'm learning to trust again.

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The present
void of future.

We brushed past each other
he carelessly left
these words on my door step
"i love you"
painted in bright red letters
bold strokes
and half notes
that bloodied
and beat
ear drums
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