MY THOUGHTS, LITERATURE & WORDS

THE ARCHIVES

Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Champagne in one hand....

Here's an interesting quote I came across.

Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand - strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming WOO HOO - What a Ride!"

Monday, September 27, 2004

So why powerline poles?

Interesting question to the never ending question I ask myself.  Why powerlines?  hmmmm well, to be exact powerlines mean a couple different things to me.  First off, they represent communication and connection.  Second the shape of them resembles a cross, to which I am fully fascinating myself with finding my own beliefs in religion, and every time i go down the road, i can't help but see the shapes of them as crosses.  The powerlines go through the arms of the "crosses" much where jesus supposedly had his hands.  Through those hands and that imagery, the catholic religion wants us to believe that by his actions we are saved.  It's their form of communicating to their public.

Ok, that got a bit drawn out and maybe a bit over the top.  But to be honest, no one ever sees them standing there.  Powerlines are EVERYWHERE yet we forget the huge impact they have on our life.   Much like the powerlines gives us energy.. as does the sun.  We all forget how important the sun is.   And to be honest with you, even though I've never met you... I believe god to be the sun and the moon.  god is nature, god is what ever good thing you want to believe in that will get you through the next day.  the most silent things in my life, but make the most impact on me, are the sun and the moon.... or in other words "god".  

There you go my friends, the extensive meaning behind powerlines.  I've never really typed it out like that except for in this little thing I wrote. Please take a second and read another passage about why I choose to draw powerlines. If I were to get into this, it would last hours, which I'm sure you could do without... but if you like looking through my art, just see how the powerlines are placed in the pieces. What are they connecting, what is their role? It's all there, just use your imagination.

funny how a simple answer could turn into such an extended explanation...

Sunday, September 26, 2004

Christmas

Do you remember when you believed in Santa? My brother asked me.. and I really didn't have the words to answer back... I just shook my head yes, and thought about all the times when I was excited about Santa coming to visit me brining every good thing he could imagine. I remember when I believed in Santa.

Saturday, September 25, 2004

A perfect night

Oh man was tonight fun! Chris Haskett, Castle Oldchair, Stranger Lazy, Arcade... we all rocked Radio Radio. I'm serious... everyone had a great set, and everyone was on it. Arcade was without a member, and trucked on with another person in her place, which was fun to watch. Playing in both Castle Oldchair and Stranger Lazy in one night was by far one of the most funnest things I've done ever.. The night had a great positive energy to it, and everyone was in great moods. It's so refreshing to be a part of something this awesome. Perhaps the rest of the world will catch on to all this, but for now, it means the world to everyone who is involved. I look forward to presenting my artwork at my first appearance at an art show.. and playing some more shows, and then finally going into the recording studio with Stranger Lazy. Wow.. my extracurricular life is really kickin ass.. now I just have to work on getting used to doing the same routine with work every day. Oh well, pay the dues, rock out in the mean time.. I love this. goodnight.

Friday, September 24, 2004

This astronaut launches at 09:00

So I've entered myself into an art show that I really hope is going to propel me into what I want to do for a long time. I've been preparing pieces for the show, and am so excited where my art is going. I'm trying new paper, using sharpie pens, and working on a much larger size. It felt so natural to expand to something bigger. I love my notebooks, but they were starting to hold me back... My thoughts have been so scattered and so large that I needed something bigger to shout it out on.

I'm also playing in both my bands tonight, at one show.. and I can't be more excited to do that.. I love the music I help create, and I love the feeling I get when I perform on my drumset. Such a great release. Drawing is also my release, and I believe this world would be better if we all had better ways, more constructive ways of releasing energy, stress, fear, anxiety, nervousness.

To go off on a side note.. I think people who go crazy are just the people who never let the words out of their brain. Too much is going on upstairs, and no one suggests anything better and more productive than anti-depressants. You don't have to be an artist or a writer to release your thoughts. Let them come out in any way possible... but just make sure you have a pen in your hand, and a piece of paper to scribble on. No matter what it is you make, you're not showing it for anyone, you're not trying to prove you're good at something.. just let those thoughts go, and make room for new ones.

I'm just saying.. the act of writing, whether that be brush-painting, drawing, hand-painting, writing essays, writing poems, writing notes, drawing scribbles, whatever... the act of writing is so therapeutic. Please prescribe it as medicine the next time your kids, teenagers, or best friends look down in the dumps. It helps.

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Everyone has bad days

So yesterday was some sort of terrible day for me. I have no clue why, but I was just angry at something. I hated work, I hated the mess in my room, I hated the way I looked.. you name it, I hated it. But I didn't read a book all day until before I went to bed, which was pretty amazing because on days like those, reading books usually calms me down. I read a letter my mom had given me and it made me not so mad anymore. In it, she told me to quit trying to change other people to fit my expectations of them. This goes the same for any situation I'm in. She told me to realize my goals and dreams, and live for them, instead of blaming everyone else for things I do not get in life, or places I haven't gotten in life yet. She was right, as always.. but this time I actually listened to her words and decided things weren't so bad. So I had a better evening, and went to bed happy.

Now today, I'm at work, and I'm supposed to be meeting my dad at noon for lunch. Things are looking great so far. The weather is beautiful outside. I'm outta here.

Saturday, September 18, 2004

In search of my mind

I'm kind of just floating in this in-between stage. Where everything isn't bad, but it's not really that spectacular. By this I mean, the day to day things aren't exactly what I call productive. It's like when the church has "ordinary time".. or whatever that's supposed to entail. I guess it means that all the other days are just boring and normal compared to the fun and excitement of holidays and special times of the years.

So I'm stuck in this ordinary time. I'm not saying that the fun things I have been doing aren't fun, because all of them have been great life experiences.. but I think what's really getting to me is this job. I don't know why I let it bother me so much. I guess it just doesn't stimulate me in a way that I like to be stimulated. So do I just suck it up and go, or do I find something else? I'm trying my hardest just to keep going with the flow, but all it seems to be getting me is a huge addiction to getting high. I guess I smoke so the I can forget that I'm just trying to make it through to the next day. It's that little thing I can do to break the routine. But then you say, Kevin.. there are a million things you could be doing. You're right, I'm just lazy. Summer is ending and I haven't even been outside that much. that's it.. damn it, I'm tired of this. I gotta make some changes.

Friday, September 17, 2004

First post

This is my first post, in what I am going to use as my venting journal.. to get out all the negative things out of my head, as well as to document inspirations that come through my mind. Basically I just want my mind to be free of all this clutter. This will be my journal from now on, and I'll use my other blog as a news/updates thing. I hope you get to read some interesting things on here.. I'll try my best to make it fun.