I've asked friends to send me pictures that don't have a story, but seem to want one. Some speak to me more clearly than others. But, every picture has something to say
I took a walk the other day "To find myself" is what I say I'm looking for just another way to understand my being When next to me, I realized was walking (boy was I surprised!) myself, not in the least disguised, It was me that I was seeing
This oddness had me in despair (I did not like me being there) until I saw his graying hair and HIS look of disbelieving
So, up, the conversation grew where to go, I wish I knew time was passing, minutes flew not sure what was achieving
I soon learned I was clueless, yes of how I'd gotten in this mess when I asked me, well I knew much less and both of me were truly lost
but comfort lay right in that feeling knowing not what life was dealing this oddness soon became appealing with oh, so little perceived cost
but in the end, I had to go I shook my hand and bowed quite low for it was me I'd come to know while walking in that no place
I miss me sometimes feeling nearer but when I look into the mirror I feel that I have naught to fear or cause a frown upon my face
I'm a musician, a vocalist, a computer geek, an amateur photographer, a cyclist and an avatar. Go figure.
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My work explores the relationship between new class identities and skateboard ethics.
With influences as diverse as Camus and Frida Kahlo, new synergies are created from both explicit and implicit layers.
Ever since I was a child I have been fascinated by the traditional understanding of relationships. What starts out as vision soon becomes corrupted into a dialectic of greed, leaving only a sense of what could have been and the chance of a new reality.
As spatial impressions become transformed through diligent and critical practice, the viewer is left with a statement of the limits of our condition.
I took a walk the other day
"To find myself" is what I say
I'm looking for just another way
to understand my being
When next to me, I realized
was walking (boy was I surprised!)
myself, not in the least disguised,
It was me that I was seeing
This oddness had me in despair
(I did not like me being there)
until I saw his graying hair
and HIS look of disbelieving
So, up, the conversation grew
where to go, I wish I knew
time was passing, minutes flew
not sure what was achieving
I soon learned I was clueless, yes
of how I'd gotten in this mess
when I asked me, well I knew much less
and both of me were truly lost
but comfort lay right in that feeling
knowing not what life was dealing
this oddness soon became appealing
with oh, so little perceived cost
but in the end, I had to go
I shook my hand and bowed quite low
for it was me I'd come to know
while walking in that no place
I miss me sometimes feeling nearer
but when I look into the mirror
I feel that I have naught to fear or
cause a frown upon my face
2010/05/13