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Today me and my lil one are creating mixed media collarge using a number of art medias. I really enjoy being able to wake up and create whatever is possible.
So my son is a 2-year-old and he is sooo forward in his concentration and creativity. I encourage this in him because the sky is not the limit and if he is interested in something that will not be detrimental to his health and good for his mind I will allow him to read to draw to pain to see graffiti or live arts. I feel that it is important the youth of today to have a broader mind, Especially now that technology and other things are replacing alot of traditional learning and games.
In a world that changes constantly we are bombarded with the ideals told by idealist adopted by hopefullists and the rebels tend to pull away from the Normality of the happeningistisms. We tend to reach outward self rather than reach in. The ones that are individualist either scream silently or loudly stand out or look most mysterious. Now I am talking about personal style preferences and presentation. How we want to feel outside must reflect the inside. The side of us that is child like but we keep telling it to shut up because the outside world can’t deal with children. It’s we can’t deal with self but we need to find a space. I need to find a space In accepting. Let our child speak they are limitless until we refine them into this makeshift of a world. We have no fears unless the fear created Has a momentum in mind. The fear is nothing with out emotion and imagination that we create ourselves. I am going to challenge myself into being the best version of self in any circumstances and over obstacles that we face. Some times we have to feel the burn and understand the reason why it burns before putting it out with water. I guess it’s to easy to not want to feel the reality and understand it instead of being overly comfortable not thinking there is a need for progression.
Weekend just gone, well last Saturday I had the opportunity to do some Graffiti and boi was this some kind of therapy well my kind. It was so exuberating like how the paint just sppppssssss out of the can, creating forms of beauty in the front of me. So this workshop was for Breakin Convention which is touring the UK it’s excitingly in my home city this week. I am frilled to get involved and see the show. I will be taking my little lion with so he get some Art exposure I always think it’s important for him to see what I am interested in as it’s something that will be dominant in our lives. ART is a big thing for us and myself.
Art is when your mind asks your permission to speak.
Dust fell on top
of my left eyelid
it was light but somewhat heavy
it felt like how we mystify the stars
in the sky when they are really rocks
or the soft falling of snow
that freezes your eyeball
no It felt somewhat comforting
uno a piece of speckly dust
that chose to fall on my eye
unlike sitting on the bus or
the tram with an empty space
beside of me
watching people dodge the seat or
sit down only because….
but this speck of dust chose me.
sounds strange but we miss the things
that now seem unimportant to us
in exchange for the things that are really
not that important to us.
we can dismiss the falling of the leaves
and the coming of new leaves
just like we forget what we had to do
in order to make a weeks lunch for
I guess we should write our down comings
so we don’t forget how human we are
trying to be inhuman and not knowing
how to cope in a world that expects us to be
superhuman like the films we binge watch
trying to create a world that is only for the screen
and when the film finishes
put the news on.
reality kicks in
the war is still on and no
I cannot see no superhuman hero
flying in the sky
saving those dying kids
putting out that fire
fighting those baddies
argghhh Baddies if only
what we put our most into
served us its time.
time spent in an unrealistic
Wot is it lyke then
uno wots inside ur head
or your mind
erm your cranium
hmm awkward I thought
is this more difficult
asking the question
or for me trying to find the
nope you interest me even more
watching you twindle through
words and terminologies
you feel most comfortable saying
in this most uncomfortable conversation which
has just been quashed out of uncomfortable
I mean as if you would sit comfortable
word for word vision for vision exactly what
is in my head.
it’s like opening someone’s secret diary
or listening in on a phone call.
picking brains with toothpicks
but I will warn you don’t feel
to comfortable asking such
questions and expecting mediocre responses
what obstacles do you face?
we face things like self-doubt
we put words in our minds
and swear someone else has said it
we look into the mirror
and sigh each time coz that person
looking back is the only one
that can keep us down
I guess it’s when we can’t look into
our own reflection
well for me its familiarising
myself from the one I think I look like
from the inside or is it the other way around?
It’s the use of negative language that has become
it’s not being able to celebrate self in case others
it’s saying sorry for your happiness as though it’s
It’s building up imaginary blocks
imagining yourself climbing it
no Imagining yourself not climbing it
because you are far too afraid of falling
and having to get back up again.
So much has changed in life. Changes happen just as we speak. We loose cells that are being recreated we have breathed so many breaths we don’t even recognise.
We take in amazing amounts of information
But we are only trained to understand some.
We underevaluate pain and suffering
But it’s quite possible to die
Than to be cured because we have already given up in mind.
I’ve lost a few
Friends lost my first love
And that hurt me bad
But I got to see them again.
They never died
But my Nana died.
I never truly gave the thought to
Sayings because they had a depth
The depth I was in denial to.
They say you never know what you had
Until it’s gone.
Some come and go
And some never return.
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