Epiphany?

So I'm at my friend Andre's house and I'm flipping through the channels trying to find something to watch and I stop on this movie, it was nothing special but something made me stop. I have no idea what it was called but it is essentially about this young woman who used cooking as a way of getting away from her problems and she blogged about what meal she had tried everyday. It came to a point in the movie where her mom asks her why does this....i.e. blog...and she told her mom that blogging is like therapy, its that AA meeting that you can make it to anytime, It gives you something to do everyday.

Before this whole thing i thought that blogging was.....as that TWX commercial put it...a way of putting down your ideals...who would care if anyone saw it. The point of it all was to give yourself that mental release you needed...I like having a blog...I feel like I can tell you anything, scream absolutely from the top of my lungs and unless someone is looking...no one would hear. As the woman in that movie put it it's that AA meeting...but it's that meeting without that critical stare or those judgmental back thoughts of the other people or the pity from other persons in similar situations. Yes I'm depressed and i have lots of mental problems that i don't wanna talk about and blogging is that therapist without the snotty suit, "tranquil" office or high cost. I like this....I'll do it more often.

I scanned a few other blogs on this site and I realized that all of them are geared in one direction. Themed, if you prefer. I wonder if I should make this blog themed? I really don't like the idea because there are days, like these, where I'll feel like going off on a tangent and it would not be connected to the previous or next post at all. I did dedicate this blog to just ranting about art and fashion and what ever I feel like at the time I'm typing, but I think I need to narrow it a bit more....What do you think???

Eh....I like my blog as is. Well....This is the rest of my life, Blogging everyday, atleast once a day and screaming it down on the world for no one to hear. :)

Crisis

Who would have ever thought that ordering you life would've been so hard.
I'm sitting in the IT lab on my hall right now holding back hurt and tears. When did everything spiral out of control? When did I loose myself and become this horrific and nasty person.

University changed me, there @Christopher Plummer, you win. I've lost myself in everything. I just realized how short I've tied my leash, how cheaply I've sold myself. I really don't wanna cry here. I don't know what I'm gonna do next.

Sylvia Ji and the Day of the Dead...

Halloween is often seen as a day to just frolic about and party and dress up as scary as u can....however in Mexico, their equivalent: the Day of the Dead is more of a ancestral remembrance day, where they parade through the streets and at the end of the day remember their lost love ones.

I actually stumbled across this artist while watching YouTube videos, but she is absolutely amazing.....her pieces give me a Day of the Dead vibe where in the faces are like the gigantic masks that are paraded during the festivities. But her work has intense sexuality and just a Erie mysterious vibe about them. Her website had this to say:

"Born in 1982, a native of San Francisco,Sylvia Ji's artistic ability is akin to another time and place. Her work encapsulates an alluring beauty that is both cutting edge and a nod to time-honored technique. hauntingly beautiful images brimming with sexual provocation mix with a sense on consternation, hinting that all is not well as it may initially appear."

Her work is crazy...she is in high demand having had her first independent show while still in school. Ji paintings have this time honored appreciation even if they are brand new....she's definately worth watching as a collector's item. though the technique seems simple, the work on the faces are glorious....take a look:












Amazing, nuh tru! I'd not found the names of these pieces but you can take a closer look at her website: http://www.sylviaji.com/

Shes my new favorite artist, man....sorry Salvadore

Art!

Its amazing how one little thing can cheer me up. Wanna know what it is? The word art. (eeek!). I was so down in the dumps and just one sentence with the word in it perked me up.....im such a simpleton

-Sigh-

Me and and my boy friend broke up Saturday. I don't wanna talk about it

C-CCC-COLD!

It is absolutely freezing today!!!!
What's up with the weather, man?!
It snowed in Florida for the first time in 25 yrs. Yow! No man.....Trinidad here i come!

May I

May I
See… through you .
your posturing postulates … and pandering
shrinks my plain eyes to lay parallel on planes
beneath your six inch heels that stand
on my stains.

In your arms
my inadequacies
are cupped in cotton comforts
like cleavage
‘kotched’ between Scotch see thru.
That make up this take up
of taped up confidence.

may I
see thru you
your window sills
the world like fixtures
painting life still.
While my sight rest
Buttressed on stilts.

Without you
I bid time adieu
pandering in my faults
as I pry into my fears…
I see the world-
like affairs…
Trying- to
make out moving stills.
These eyes are strained
before the movie… stills

May I …
See thru your frames
Framed on caricatures of a mother’s pain.
May I…
trespass -
pass your thighs
So I can stop squinting
Like lips
quivering
Like eyes…
Closed
Like legs…
crossed
And lower
lips …
Clothed.

you are the lover I won’t admit to
but pride cowers
and callow
may I seem
because my needs
Can’t nosh in fallow fields.
Seeds sowed shallow
into my field of vision
lacking the luster –of 20/20 precision.
The care in your hands
that caress this world in high definition.

Even though
You are the lover I won’t admit to,
Admittedly
you are the only one
My inadequacies
will submit to.
So again I ask
Panting-
Pleading Please…
May I- see…
thru you?
-Stephan Morrison