Begin, End, Remember. Repeat.

It's times like these that I miss typing everything out.  I've let things get in the way of me and my wants.
Forced obligations, pity promises, some glorified feeling of importance.  Useless things.  I certainly missed this, and thought of it often.  But I was always  stopped.. restrained.

Life isn't meant to be molded.  Plans aren't patterns.  Not everything rhymes.

I forgot the simplicity.

Now that I remember, I just want to express my... intense peace of mind.  It finally feels like everything is falling into place.  The calendar days are flipping by at a pace I can match.  I've finally caught up and leaped over my old expectations.

Thank you for the opportunities.  Thank you for the motivation.  Thank you for the support.  Thank you for the distractions, and showing me all of these colors.

No guarantees.  No limitations.  Good night.

Newer Art

Last summer's Fashion Camp inspiration boards for

Color:

 Texture:

Shape:

Sketch rendering of my final dress for fashion camp:

Digital render of the dress design

Drawing class 2nd level of my 2D art education)

Self-portrait made from charcoal 

Scratch art, 

which I now realize was a complete mapping of my subconscious at the time I made it.

 Stencil mask based on my face.  

A sketch of an eye, 

which was much better than my second one, created using the teacher's method. 

Studio Art:

Digital sketch 

Photography and manipulation 

Acrylic paint on corrugated plastic board

Acrylic paint and spray paint, all stencils made and designed by me

#5 Moleskine Adventures: Melodic Noise

The sounds of my house.

#4 Moleskine Adventures: "I am not me"

This is about a dream I once had.

I had already woken, as many do in dreams. 

 Before stepping off my bed, everything disappeared.  

Then I fell, tumbling into emptiness.  

I fell into dullness.  

Suspended above the darkness, a writhing, living concept, reaching up for the light.  

There was a face there.  I knew her.

She reached out, and tried to catch me.  Skin touched, and hers became stone.  

There was no pain in her face when her expression froze forever, Just a message. 

 "I am not me."

Then there was nothing.

And she was nothing.  Crumbling into the darkness, taking me with her.  

"I am not me, not yet me."

#3 Moleskine Adventures: From Life to Living

I think this is pretty blunt.  Me in a bubble mailer.

I had an old mailing package and label laying around.  And sharpies.  Wonderful Sharpies.

#2 Moleskine Adventures: Keep my Home and Heart Together/Apart

This is a fill-in-the-blank message. More than one answer may be correct.

#1 Moleskine Adventures: Possibly Fine

This is the second page in the book, but chronologically, I created this first.