Sunday, June 24, 2007


"Introduction into the Now"

To better give a description of my life, it is important that I brief the readers of my life today. I am a student of art. Painting and drawing have been a firm consistency throughout my thirty year term on earth. I studied painting at Southwest Texas State University (now Texas State University) in San Marcos, Texas, around the turn of the millennia. I recieved an undergraduate degree from that university in the spring of two thousand three in the art-studio project of painting. After some degree of experimentation and exploration in the San Marcos area I have retreated to the Texas Panhandle (home) to build and begin my quest in the world of art. However, this new beginning comes with the sacrifice of time; time taken from my great love for the movement of paint and pen. I have called upon the knowledge of my father, a retired truck driver, to fund the begginings of this journey. Therefore, I am currently bound to the endless highway of cityscape, open country, setting and rising sun. This experience is one of great health to me, for it has reopened the paths to my family's simple orgins. It is on these roads where the most important and everlasting possession each and every human being must acknowledge is being refilled to me; My soul, My spirit, the Spirit of Mankind.

Music: R. Carlos Nakai, Star Chant

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Let us begin...

"... shall I begin like David Copperfield; I was born. I grew up..."

The average human loses time each day thinking about how to communicate something to other humans in such a way that sounds progressive and interesting, like I am now, sitting in front of a computer trying to understand in my own mind where to begin. Not that the loss of time is wasteful, it is in fact quite necessary in order to comprehend the notion that there never exists within this realm of life the idea that time is wasted. Footnote, for the last statement rings me into another subject to which the last twelve years of my life have been devoted. I'll cover that matter soon enough. And besides, this post is just to begin, even the weakest of the wise instruct fools to never lay all their cards upon the table at once, especially in the earliest of beginnings.

The mind is a place of great windstorms. It seems that every thought is whisping around inside the head from one to next, colliding sometimes in space; where once one idea was spinning along, there now begins a star cluster of thoughts slowly dispersed in the collision of the first two. I'll simplify by saying that I interpret the thought process of my own human mind toward the experience of life like the vortice; a fast moving whirlwind, largely unpridictable, often destructive, swirling with the debris of interpretations from the interaction of lives, beautiful, chaotic, very well organized.

The truth is, that my human sensing capabilities are, as is for all, a massive array of tools used for observation. I enjoy remembering. And who I am is nothing more than a constant, yet brief fixation on the various movies I've enjoyed watching, music I've listened to, places I've seen, and people I've met. Not all of them I have liked all the time, but remembering,... sweet memory.

The Thoughts and Times of

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