This piece is referenced from Girl with a pearl earring painting by Johannes Vermeer.

In this consciousness, the conversation blurs past the earring.
This is in a presence where we’re more than our objects of attraction and the blindness of that.
Here, perception is often shallow, yet, introspection; a harrowing tunnel of doubt.
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You’ve just walked through a door.

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This piece is in reflection of the very same policies the target in this fiasco vehemently evangelizes. Maybe it is a conscious call to reevaluate everyone’s stance in regards to the gun control conversation in the United States.

When it’s time you’ll know.

Eat today,
You will be food tomorrow.

Transience makes strong advocacy for change and impermanence. It also makes great arguments against longevity, duration.

Whispers blend,
With twilight hue,
Phantom touch,
In azure bloom.
Fading light,
Lost in,
The void of dusk,
And dreams.

Here with each other
But never together.
Parallels within the same function,
I look at you, you look at me
Yet we don’t see each other.

Unwanted baggage from memories I once yearned to create.

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Maybe it means no leash,
maybe it means no community.
It is a conundrum.
It is my dilemma.

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I would have a lot to say.
Doctor - Patient confidentiality has a lot more to say.

A collection of three works that span expressions drawn from the application of flowers in our human consciousness.
It is about when flowers say; “I love you, and here’s to our new beginning”
It is also about when flowers say; “Here lies the remains”
It is about when they teach us that beautiful things must first bloom, and also that beautiful things will shrivel and dry up.

This is not a cry for help, it is bookmark of a human experience.

30/31 in my 31 for 31 days in May challenge series.

This is the first installation of For The Boy Inside the mini series.
Inspired by an original cosmic bagels poem [see below]

For The Boy Inside.
[2023]

This dream is for the boy inside,
the boy for whom these wings now fly.
Whose flowers now bloom,
for his seeds sown.

This dream is for the boy inside,
who will no longer fear,
for he saw clearly,
even when he was taught not to trust his eyes.

This dream is for the boy inside,
in a designed consciousness inside his head,
building castles in the sky.
He lives there now.

This is the second installation of For The Boy Inside the mini series.
Inspired by an original cosmic bagels poem [see below]

For The Boy Inside.
[2023]

This dream is for the boy inside,
the boy for whom these wings now fly.
Whose flowers now bloom,
for his seeds sown.

This dream is for the boy inside,
who will no longer fear,
for he saw clearly,
even when he was taught not to trust his eyes.

This dream is for the boy inside,
in a designed consciousness inside his head,
building castles in the sky.
He lives there now.

This is the third installation of For The Boy Inside the mini series.
Inspired by an original cosmic bagels poem [see below]

For The Boy Inside.
[2023]

This dream is for the boy inside,
the boy for whom these wings now fly.
Whose flowers now bloom,
for his seeds sown.

This dream is for the boy inside,
who will no longer fear,
for he saw clearly,
even when he was taught not to trust his eyes.

This dream is for the boy inside,
in a designed consciousness inside his head,
building castles in the sky.
He lives there now.

- of transient energies.

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A brief moment of manufactured peace.

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Not Like The Festival.

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A dialogue between the sentient and the ethereal.

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An oasis,
A mirage,
A wanderer’s conundrum.
A test of faith,
The price of hope.

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A samurai in the halls of my heart,
For many a daily battle
I must fight.

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A round table, it is often impossible to take sides.

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Can I still trust my dreams when my eyes were open all night?

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mirrors,
perspectives,
Like ones and zeros in binary,
Like blacks and whites in a Cosmic Bagels’,
In dialogue, we’re only a reflection of each other.

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The art of release.
Letting it all out,
Is on the road to letting it all go.

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Today I embrace transience.

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I thought I’d find shade from the sun inside,
I went inside and found it was raining in there.

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Between me and my fears,
Everyday feels like this.
I win,
I lose,
I fight.


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Like a loop of fleeting emotions
A cycle of impermanent stings,
It could even be beautiful like butterflies,
Once you can make it out of the goo.

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Wounds,
History,
Hope as bright as sunflower fields.

Empty Halls,
Many futures.

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My feeble mind,
Plagued with the conundrum of where I am and where I ought to be,
Unsatisfied with today,
Hopeful for tomorrow.
I want this plague to be over
I want to continue to remain greatful.

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With this film, I express the personal relationship I've had with being an artist. For me it has been a very faith based journey and interesting as it continues to unfold before me in real time. It is a continuing conversation for me. This a very vulnerable expression for me and it is one of those projects that have been directly born out of the faith and trust I have in my self and this journey. As crude as this film is, it is also a very honest expression of where I currently am in Life. I've made this film as a bookmark of my journey, I want to look back at it one day and see where I came from. It is indeed a continuing conversation. ENJOY.

My mind, once a playground for dreams,
Is now only a safe space for a cacophony of inconsistent thoughts.
Today, I spiral.
Maybe I won’t tomorrow,
But today, I spiral.


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I feel a burning desire,
yet, it melts me like wax,
So, here I am again,
stung with a fiery reminder of all the dreams
I haven't lived.


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this is the first installation of the TIMY mini series in this collection

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This is a call to consciousness to water the earth that feeds us.

continued conversation from Theory Of Sustenance.

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This piece makes for the debut entry in my 31 for 31 days in May live series.

This is the third installation of Impaled the mini-series

This is the second Installation of TIMY the mini-series

This is the second installation of One Good Dream the mini-series

Four Friends and a Familiar Stranger
[2023]

Trust, Belief, Confidence, hand in hand,
In the lush garden of hope, they'd stand.
Yet, in the brightness of this grand light's beam,

A familiar stranger, Doubt, found a seam.
He lurked in corners, where shadows danced,
A silent whisper, when faith advanced.

A paradox revealed, in this life's scheme,
Without the night, there can be no dream.
For even the sun, with its radiant glow,

Needs the moon's soft light, when it's time to go.
So the friends embrace this paradox they find,
With light and shadows, forever intertwined.

A lesson learned in this cosmic grandstand,
In darkness, we learn to truly understand.

Four Friends and a Familiar Stranger
[2023]

Trust, Belief, Confidence, hand in hand,
In the lush garden of hope, they'd stand.
Yet, in the brightness of this grand light's beam,

A familiar stranger, Doubt, found a seam.
He lurked in corners, where shadows danced,
A silent whisper, when faith advanced.

A paradox revealed, in this life's scheme,
Without the night, there can be no dream.
For even the sun, with its radiant glow,

Needs the moon's soft light, when it's time to go.
So the friends embrace this paradox they find,
With light and shadows, forever intertwined.

A lesson learned in this cosmic grandstand,
In darkness, we learn to truly understand.

Find me where the sunsets,
People ask; are you not afraid, that’s where things go to end?
I don’t think I’m afraid,
For nothing ever ends,
Everything becomes.

Four Friends and a Familiar Stranger
[2023]

Trust, Belief, Confidence, hand in hand,
In the lush garden of hope, they'd stand.
Yet, in the brightness of this grand light's beam,

A familiar stranger, Doubt, found a seam.
He lurked in corners, where shadows danced,
A silent whisper, when faith advanced.

A paradox revealed, in this life's scheme,
Without the night, there can be no dream.
For even the sun, with its radiant glow,

Needs the moon's soft light, when it's time to go.
So the friends embrace this paradox they find,
With light and shadows, forever intertwined.

A lesson learned in this cosmic grandstand,
In darkness, we learn to truly understand.

Transient.
[2024]

In this moment, I am the source of my own inspiration. I’m inspiring to myself because I’ve chosen to live, seek, yearn, fall, fail, wander, lose. I have accepted that which is fated.

I once told you of fires I lit to keep me warm and how they’re the same ones that consumed me. Now, I must make a torch to light my path from the same fires; my cow must roast on its tongues.

Transient.
[2024]

In this moment, I am the source of my own inspiration. I’m inspiring to myself because I’ve chosen to live, seek, yearn, fall, fail, wander, lose. I have accepted that which is fated.

I once told you of fires I lit to keep me warm and how they’re the same ones that consumed me. Now, I must make a torch to light my path from the same fires; my cow must roast on its tongues.

Transient.
[2024]

In this moment, I am the source of my own inspiration. I’m inspiring to myself because I’ve chosen to live, seek, yearn, fall, fail, wander, lose. I have accepted that which is fated.

I once told you of fires I lit to keep me warm and how they’re the same ones that consumed me. Now, I must make a torch to light my path from the same fires; my cow must roast on its tongues.

Even Among Us.
[2023]

Even among us, shadows creep,
Where feasts are laid, yet souls don't sleep.
A banquet grand, with poisoned fare,
We dine on darkness, unaware.

Each morsel bites, the spirit weeps,
While minds grow numb, their vigil keeps.
In blindness feigned, we let it grow,
A festering feast, our overthrow.