Click the last image to enlarge. It’s incredible.
Shohei Otomo (discovered via Electric Ant Mag’s blog) is a super talented artist. I’m huge fan of black white and red art, plus the detail in his work is amazing.
your turtle heart
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V08Mt35MSis
It’s sort of hard to sustain a healthy long lasting relationship with another human being, don’t you think? We carry around so much baggage and are more than happy to dump the contents of those bags onto everyone we come into contact with, when in reality we should of tossed that shit out a long time ago. But it’s much easier to hold onto it and use it as an excuse for our behavior instead of owning up to our own actions. And yes, you can be sure I am talking about myself here. I wonder if I somehow lack what it takes to hold onto someone in my life for a very long time. Am I consistently pushing people away with my bullshit and if so how can I change to keep the right people around and give them back as much as I take?
Sigmund Freud proclaimed “sexual desire as the primary motivational energy of human life”. And if you think about it, stepping back and really looking at that statement in a not so literal way, replacing the phrase “sexual desire” with perhaps “the desire to be needed”, can’t you see more clearly what it is that motivates you to act and think the way you do? That deeply embedded urge to be loved and accepted, I truly believe that yes, this is the fuel that drives and molds us as people. And of course there are tons of other factors that play into the very complicated matter of human interaction but I can’t wrap my head around them anymore. I’d just like to resign myself to the simple notion that if I accept the faults and imperfections in someone only then can I truly learn to appreciate the good in them and give them what they need, what they deserve.
I am creature of emotion. I experience the highest of highs and the lowest of the lows. Sometimes if I’m lucky, I can find that balance in the middle, the quiet calm without worry. Yet without fail I somehow end up disrupting the balance with my baggage, with my endless doubts and fears. Recently I’ve found a means to get that calm so now I think constantly how I can hold onto it, how to infuse it with permanence. It is becoming the most important thing I can think to do, the closest thing to magic that I have made. It is my motivation and my inspiration to be here tomorrow better than I was yesterday. And I realize now instead of focusing so much energy on how to keep it around, I should just enjoy it and let it be what it will be.
pulling down the stars from the sky
sorry i do not have source links for these images. if you do, please share.
I want it all. I want the creative glory I experience through the moments of my deepest misery, for the brilliance I once spun when my mind was it’s most troubled, when I was always just one drink away from being an everyday nothing-to-lose loud mouth drunk falling all over myself but still somehow elegant when it came time to mold rough thoughts into reality. I want the elegance again but wonder if I can get it back when everyday I am starting to shift towards happiness and light and laughter deep from within my stomach, jaw hurting rib stretching laughter. Can I have both? Are the troubled sad ones more creative? I don’t know if this is fact anymore. I can find a way … no no I must find a way to make beautiful things without a drop of sorrow running through my veins and it’s true I’ve always been a sad person by nature with most of it welled up in and around my eyes. I always wondered where that comes from? From genes? From experiences? Regardless, it’s time for that chapter to come to an end. I’m turning the page and pulling down the stars from the sky and realizing that I was born to create, all of us really are, don’t you think? I was also born to be happy, to touch another with my smile creating subtle vibrations, making strong suggestions … illuminating the dark spots. In the end doing my small but none the less significant part to expand this universe, putting my drops into the ocean we all drink out of. And they will be pure happy bright colored drops.
you can use my skin to bury secrets in
I promise I will be good and true, that I will never sigh again and if I must, only when it is a sigh of great joy and fullness and content. I will draw you a picture of the inside of me. Because the words I need just haven’t been thought of yet. I won’t say those things that I have before. I want to be good to you. Can you possibly promise me that you will look at me like I am the first flower of spring, like I am a line you just read that knocked you down and you have to repeat it over to make sure you just read me correctly? And tell me that no one else can knock you down that way? That I will wake up and you will still be there. It isn’t all madness and I’m just a girl with too many thoughts in her brain. So many firsts with you, I refuse to have any lasts.
reasons to leave, reasons to stay
Do you ever get the urge to get up and go? To purge your life of all that is unnecessary, those things that are dragging you down with their overwhelming weight. And even the silence has this burden, a heavyiness that sits ontop of your everything, keeping you from reaching whatever might be next. So sometimes it seems like the only thing a person can do is start all over, cut all ties and set up shop in a new place with new faces and only then does the thought return to your heart that the word “impossible” means nothing and you are going to make it. So I say just go and bring only what is purely good and usually that means you are traveling with very little. But you can make more good and you can build something new without the help of others if need be.
