Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Imperfectly perfect

Today's drawing class was my first in about 15 years and it was very enjoyable. It took a few trials for my outlines to begin almost resembling what they actually should but shading and highlights lagged behind tremendously. I could use some more practice many domains :).

Approach learning enthusiastically.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012


It's incredibly amazing to me how little so many others value differences. I refer not to major and obvious surface dissimilarities (though I can't quite grasp that either).

Instead, it bothers so many how another thinks, laughs, loves, speaks, connects and regulates his/her mood differently.

Show me the benefit of the expression of your anger for failing to see that difference produces flavor, and patterns and melody and Art.

I bet you can't. I'm sure instead though that you lose by failing to appreciate that which you should.

Monday, September 10, 2012


When she was a child, her mother and grandmothers failed miserably when trying to convince her to eat by means of lazy cognitive shortcuts. "Eat up!" they'd say, "there are many starving kids in Africa who are dying for this food." Guilt through irrational comparison? She never understood. If she doesn't want the damn food, then give it to someone who does!

It took her only 99 days in a similar position. It's clear.

That affection and attention has its place.
It thinks for itself
It's stubborn.

That care has a mind of its own
It refuses to be controlled
It follows an unknown path.

This feeling can't be transferred to just any other.
It wants this space
Dissolving or shattering violently otherwise.

That food never made it to Africa by the way. It would be stored and fed to her the next day.
"That's the way love goes."

Tuesday, July 31, 2012


seemingly disengaged.
intellectually engrossed,

the private in public charm.


Monday, July 23, 2012

Still still.

Quiet inside
Unmoved by external flares
varied interests, undenying triggers, lust.




Loud outside
Disguised misfits
Night and day, love.

Monday, April 23, 2012

State of affairs...

The full moon often has this impact
so stark it would appear its purpose 

Presenting magnificence in its rise 

Showing off its fullness and beauty 
as if mocking 

Highlighting the emptiness of dry wells 
validating the hopeless 

Magnifying the beauty of the night sky 
then slowly disappearing 
with the slendor it first emerged 



Friday, November 25, 2011

Two become one. Now what?

Place never anticipated
Unable or unwilling to separate the two
Lover and Best Friend.
Once distinct and purposefully so.

Now? Emotions, reasons, expectations, gestures all combined.

The ideal? Long gone.

The future? Unclear and confused.