Photo by Josh Neidorf
This goes with the video -
Rotoscope 2 -
The tree of life -
Driving down from the highway leaving Los Angeles felt unreal. I would see miles of wild fires interrupting the life that was present. I looked into the flames and saw hell. It was then that I felt so small. (talk more on the fires?)
So easily would I be swept away as if nothing even happened. All that I’ve done would become equalized to nothing. In the same way humanity can get eaten by this beast while the true enjoyments that life provides are murdered with it. It’s easier to stare into what feels in the moment better but
Look away from this massacre and we welcome the end.
Self love is somewhere -
The middle of the road - Video
Goddess of discovery
This is where he never moved and so his body formed shape for weeping flowers. His pores become the spot for green to call home. And in that he found company.
Turn to Someone. Talk to Someone. Call a friend. Call a friend. Tackle pain. Tack a hold Coming soon. It’s coming to you soon. Living allows healing.
The darkest hour forms a ring around your consciousness.
It trembles rapid as you take a breath, mistake it for a friend.
It’s treacherous to confuse.
wire, clay, jazz shoe
This sculpture began to form when I took a walk and found a ripped jazz shoe.
What a surprise to have found you
Soulmates appear to us when we least expect it even though we may be wishing for this very exact love. Sometimes it seems to good to be giving the chance to experience this. There is an understanding of each other than can’t be expressed fully with words, it’s deeper and hides.
Feeling lighter at a distance
consciousness rests far beyond
The sun licks the skin and fuels the blood within
The jeans absorb the rays and gives comfort of a blanket
wrap around muscles, relax the tense tissue
(something about human interaction and it’s importance)
Mix of acrylic paint and ball point pen
Significant little thing
As a child I dreamt that a butterfly could cause my demise. Now my conciseness perplexes like a hypnagogic state of thought. It’s eerie to find truth with it, butterfly
All that i have left
Watercolor and pen
The water is blue and it’s natural to be in touch with the . It feels the body is a filled ocean
wavelength between approximately 450 and 495 nanometre
Sketchbook from arizona
It’s original lives in the unknown. To whoever finds it keep it, there’s no way any pages in this sketchbook is presentable.
Prism colors seep into layers, deep in pores.
The yellow, the blue appear saturated and curving into wrinkles and rows.
A face grows accepting stems to rise hoping eminence will form.
Expecting eminence has brought lack of harvest and excessive plants to spread.
Transparency still present
A cure in beauty -
A poor eye’s feeble stare see farther into the blooming flower.
To find escape from the gushing hole.
Eyes fall to beauty for a tune to replace the bitter sting from within.
Forgive me -