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.