Seriously?

People confuse me. I understand them for a split second and then I am completely boggled. They are mean one second and loving the next. People are scary. How quickly they can change.

Dogs on the other hand are magnificent. They love everything and everyone. Like George. George loves...well almost everything and everyone. Just minus the cold, snow, rain, balloons, loud things, males, computers and phones.

Dream Journal

So I'm driving this big white truck with a turquoise motor home attached and I'm driving by my best friends house from senior year. I park a little further down the street. Away from my best friends house from senior year. It's getting to be night time. I go to leave. But I can't. There's a little white car blocking me. I see three houses. I knock on his door...I know it's his door...but I also know he isn't there. He is in Italy. But his mother answers. She's sweet and her husband is sweet too. They don't own the car. The little white car that is blocking my big white truck with the turquoise motor home attached. I sit. I sit down on a rock in his mother's yard. I think about how sweet she and her husband are. I see a boy. I recognize a boy. A boy I went to high school with. He looks at me. He recognizes me. We talk. I talk to the boy I recognize from high high school. I remember all the conversations we had. I remember how sad I was. Then I remember I am blocked by the little white car. The little white car with no owner. I am stuck.

Bonfire

I love the smell of soy wax burning. A timid hand. A sweet laughter. A feeling. Candy wrappers crinkling. Burnt cadmium yellow. Good morning and good night. His name. I don't know his name.

The day has yet to start but I feel good. I am ready for the world to hurl whatever it can at me. This weekend was insane. But also sweet. Sweetly insane. I hope this week is a reflection of my weekend in some ways.

Art teacher gone crazy

What, Right Brain, what? Left Brain's turn to speak. Don't shush me. I am here and I am wanted. You are difficult but whatever. Don't take all of my energy. Don't make be something I'm not. Don't try to figure me out. Be peculiar. There isn't anything I'm hiding from you. Everything is out. My bones are on the surface. Chemicals bind and tear from my surface. Glass plates. Flaws. 8X10. I dream. Renegade. Perfectly normal. Water nymphs and magic.

My Therapy

Snap. Snap. Snap. Hand. I see beauty. I see things. Things made. Destruction does not exist. We create it. Mind garbage. The town. The city. The country inspires me. Flat. Layers. I am human. Imperfection is beauty. Let streets inspire. Clustered. Framed. Be excellent. This is happening. This is now. Things like this make me push myself. Push the limits. How do I fit in your world? Did I separate myself from the world? Don't cut me off. Open your freedom up and don't let your ideas die. Am I tainted? Am I alive?

Today was an interesting day. A lovely day. Filled with coffee, art and beautiful people.

What do you see?

Embrace and coexist with your emotions. Relive your memories. We connect with the universe through our memories and through our culture. Challenges. Possibilities. Survival. Look beyond the decorations. Look deeper and be overpowered by your emotions. Sacred spaces. Responses. Reflection. Confront yourself. Observe and connect. Who are you when you leave after really seeing the world? Change and preserve yourself. Tell your story. You could lose everything in a second. Tell your story. Find yourself. Know yourself. Thank someone.