this little kid stole my camera



and returned it with beautiful pictures











(picture cropped in attempt to censor identity)

thought echo

-

potential energy

the pure motion of existence

rushhh


hushhhh

self-portrait

this is how i feel

reaching for the sky making out with the sun arms outstretched everywhere at once

this is how i feel

the air bleeds its whispers in the veins of my eyes
visions twist in the pores of clouds

this is how i feel

music sparkling in my bloodstream
feeling colors pop on my skin

love the nightmare

and it will teach you things

bodymap

i woke to my phone at 3 this morning, and it felt like a sign!!!!! after a delicious convo of drunk friends vs. my sleepdrunk self, i started to feel like my whole body is a map. i followed the topography with my hands and felt like i was learning secrets about life. (this doesnt mean i will let you explore my geography the same way, punk!! haha) ahhh!!!!

the body is a map of consciousness.




my current project is an exploration of the belief that ideas are physical things. i am reading THOUGHT-FORMS by annie besant and cw leadbeater, an old book of the theosophy movement published in 1901. this shit is a straight trip baby!!!

the physical nature of thoughts is the undercurrent of most of my crazy high experiences which i get without intake of any specific substance meant to induce these experiences. dreaming is my strongest connection to these experiences, as well as waking or falling asleep = states of hypnogogia (they are healthy).

your eye in the trees,

i feel you staring at me

the black light makes me feel sexy.

looking at this photo makes me feel magical. hahahha,,,,, interesting how a my self-portrait can project its feelings onto me. maybe i should put self-portraits of how i want to feel all the time all over my room....and my city!!!


new project

blacklight drawings
and magic

i am so doing this!!

make your own fisheye photos for 11$!!!

questions are answers

i love this poem

a dream

i wandered through hollow throats of the city
into an empty stomach, hungry, decaying, swallowing me into
its red-lit basement, men on stools against the rust-brick walls
watching me

one of them pulled out his pistol, fired a bullet that blurred past my cheek.
i leaped behind a shelf, but the men across from me started shooting too
so i held up my notebook in front of my face and watched the bullets.
i felt their reflection in my eyes,
and when they were almost one with my pupils
they fell to the ground, snowflakes.
and they kept falling
and i kept watching, not realizing the miracle,
only afraid to move, in case the magic stopped working

googlenotebook

today and the other day

drawingspree weekend

i listened to dj tiesto's in search of sunrise, latin america
for hours
and all i did was meditate on the motion of my pen, marker, etc
rendering
tracing
dreams

cognition: art show marxh 6th: dream awake

we

i jumped off the bus after takin it a block out of my way
to take a portrait of the sun
and walk in the fresh cream of air

mama y yo

the universe singing

like giant spherical whales
thinking about each other

(hourglass nebula)


its peepin in you
can you feel its burning?

desire + creativity

artist statement

my artwork is everything that i do. every thought, glance, kiss, idea, word, breath. art is my lifestyle, and every part of my lifestyle is an act of drawing. i trace my visions with a camera lens. my fingers draw a rhythm on the keys of the midi controller. every step i take walking down the street is in a motion of drawing. i draw the wisdom lines on a woman's face into my notebook. i draw my thoughts with chalk on public sidewalks, and as i walk i draw a song to you with my voice. my work is everywhere whether it is acknowledged or not, even by me.

constantly drawing drives me to be in a continual state of mindfulness, and fuels my sense of awe. my sense of awe, in turn, fuels the depth and intensity of my drawing. this interaction is the life-source of my work, my existence.

my drawings are meditations upon my experiences in waking life and dreams, as well as the experiences and ideas of others. every drawing is a gift which i receive, and give; like breathing.

i have this newfound affection for blueprints. they are lovely. especially this one i found, with pretty highlighter all over it. i was really sad that day but gettin a photo of this really cheered me up, crazy enough!


im going through a bit of identity crisis, i think i have been depending too much on others (especially men) to boost my feelings of self-worth. i'm learning to let go, because i start to get all mixed up in them and my identity seems to dim. i'm learning to evolve my identity crisis into an asset, in which i kill my ego and just be alive and full of love and awe like i wanna be, spilling over everyone and everything around me

<3

on my way to a party

my sisters
adorable

waking into the sun

love outside

refresh meditations
draw myself into contentment and wisdom

<3

wisdom

on my walk through the snow

poetry fragments

(click on image to read)

flying low, dodging insects,
smelling the weight of the
air's moisture about to explode
into rain

landing, microscopic vision,
gazing into multifaceted eyes
& ladybug dots

memories like dreams

we went to see freewilly in the theater
and jonathan was
so sick he turned yellow
we left, grandpa & gramma took
him to the hospital.
his eyes rolled back in
his 5 year old head
& i, not fully understanding,
laughed when gramma asked
"what's my name"
& he said, "cookie"
& i said i think he wants
a cookie
where he lay
on the brownstriped couch
where i always explored the lines
when i lay there on sick
afternoons
following the blueprints of
slave ships & coal mines

i remember running alongside
the car they took him in
in the navy-blue-stained air
of twilight

adventures!

i love makin eye contact with random people!
(whom i do not know)
they make funny faces
their eyes get big, and roll back and forth really quick

astronomy class

the math turned my head into a fishbowl.

good thing i like fish.

dream

 


fishlove

healing

feelin trippy,
just watched the cell

made me feel like there is so much power in the smallest human interaction
and that sacrifice and love can heal so deeply

be gentle, you never know what wounds someone is bearing

something jonathan mccourt said, r.i.p.
i will never forget

<3