Fasinating Rythmn

I was listening to this song and I couldnt help but be reminded of a dear old friend of mine. Someone I dated briefly, but under unfortunate circumstances. I couldnt have possibly provided her with the attention, nor respect she deserved at the time, for my heart was elsewhere, and broken. I would very much like to one day fix things there, as I feel I atleast owe that much to her.

She was the first time I had gotten my mind off of the person who broke my heart, even for a second, and it did feel good…but as any momentary distraction it faded to the pain.

She deserved to be more than a momentary distraction…..had we met under different circumstances….i could have given her that.

Last Sunday




I forgot to share that last Sunday, myself, and my house church “The Garden” decided to clean the hood. We donned trash bags and gloves, and cigars which Joel was so kind to provide, and walked the streets cleaning up the neighborhood. What was of note to me was the amount of thank yous we received. The idea that strangers would take the time to care for someone elses neighborhood like that is an idea which is lost on us these days I think. Also since trash is directly related to crime in an area, it is my hope that we are doing atleast a small part of crime fighting in Baltimore.

Have I mentioned yet that I love these guys?!

eating a donut on saturday

….I just got John Wood’s book, “on the edge of clear meaning”. FANTASTIC! Artistic brilliance, would be the way to put it. If you dont have it…search amazon and get it. Also Annie Lebovitz has a new book out. Its like 20 bucks on amazon….40 at the store…so get it!! I just bought it, so I dont know what I think about it, but I will share my thoughts asap.

The Christmas prep is done. Finally purchased all my gifts…which, I wish I could buy more of for others! And we had our annual Christmas Party at my house “space 126”. Turned out well I thought. It was my first time seeing as I’ve only moved there in April. Good people, good drinks, good time!

….last night reminds me….

that dancing is essential to life. The joy you get from just letting loose every once in a while, letting your limbs make lines in the air. I get so much inspiration from dancing, and its great for stress relief. So as I sit here drinking tea the day after…I am satisfied. Both with dancing, and a great night out with my brother. Who, for the first time, Im really actually friends with.

on another note…i heart clare and kt, two great friends I havent seen in ages were out last night as well with us at one point. So…maybe its that dancing AND friends are essential to life…hah

I am artist

I was asked the other day: “why did you decide to be an artist?” This question stops me in my tracks instantly. I responded quickly with the only response I thought worthy: “why do you breathe?”
It was never a decision to be an artist. I just am, and was always that. Most children grow up constantly pondering the question of what to be when you grow up. This I never could relate with and humored the best I could. There was no choice. I am artist. I count myself lucky that the decision was made for me! What a heavy decision to make! For me my career path and identity were always tied together so close that it nearly pained me to think of ever doing anything else with my life. No, it was laid out for me. I cant stop making art and live anymore than you can stop breathing and live. Sure, I suppose that sounds melodramatic, but its the only truth I am familiar with.