Saturday, June 1, 2013
Art, with all its forms is my way of saying hi. Simply reaffirming my existence, knowing, that I am here, living, breathing, and feeling. Without it, I am an invisible being walking gray roads not knowing how to fit in or what others want from me. Without it, I am an alien. It defines my human identity, and helps me cope with days where I feel like there is no one out there left to hear my calls. Where my voice ripples silence throughout. It is what keeps me company, it is my friend, my teacher, and my love. It is how I talk, and without it, I am lost for words to explain myself. Without it, I am numbed of feelings, powerless, trapped in a tower with no stairs. When no one sees me for who I am, I do not lose myself, my identity is crystallized in the form it is in, it is preserved and unchanged. Without it, I am a nobody.
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
If you ever need me, I'll be in my little escape, my sanctuary, cacooned in my silence till I'm finally ready to burst and share my colors with the world, because right now my green is your red and your red is my blue and up is down and down is up. So for now, I'll be reconstructing, but this time I'll wrap myself in bubble wrap to cushion my next fall.... Plus, bubble wrap's always good entertainment.
Friday, March 8, 2013
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Thursday, October 4, 2012
“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”