Big imagination with emotions of inadequacy, lost in authenticity, made over the years of absorbing others egos.
Emerging concepts that align nonsense sentences. We are not understood but admired instead, being perceived with sharp lines and bold colors. We get clever flattery comments along the way from those that have a self-identification craving.
The big majority have similar desires but different beliefs. The rest dived between interest or repulsion towards our creation and self-preservation.
Big successes, low days, reincarnating our souls, living past lives. We shape in a variety of forms, practical and fun, emotional and confrontational.
Multidimensional insights that are born and die make us heavy in energy to be later released to decompress the human soul. Frivolity appears once in a while because of the inevitable influence of our surroundings and media.
The instinct of our devotion and being but look up to the eyes of the rest.
Fanaticism, obsession, consumption, and feel loved. We adopt little attitudes that associate with a type of life, friends, and partners…
We nurture extreme sensibility with techniques in our field that move us sensorially. We use our bodies to shape a safety net for the ones that come after us.
Exploring violence, distress, injustice hidden in the bias of our society. We appear friendly and calm, giving to little of us in this trait to the surface of society.
Around 9 pm kitchen close of the wine bar doing the rudimentary sides of the job for some tedious & for routine to close
for some destinations of going to their loved half-naked with a fresh brew looking for cuddles & having sex maybe not the usual but something to experiment
for other the unpleasant time in life when some of us act like the night was day preaching that stranger would not be around
Is to teens the most pleasant route? painting each other in kisses in sublime attraction fulfillment and intangible desire between them
and some addicts may kill a man in the street carmine-red bleeding at sunrise new shifts, new faces, last words, riped souls fixed with tape repetitive events in imaginary loops and I can’t still find you…
It may be a 75% percent chance that the place you work will start with your first name letter- ‘Most idiot reasoning I hear in my whole life- random conversation in the Metro ligero Azul Santa Monica – DTLA
When I am depressed, I am not functional. I collapse and am unable to leave the fetal position I can’t cross-eye contact with people After several afternoons on the side, I put my bare feet on the ground and I remember that I have a have some talent for arts I turn it on the computer I’m still living! Blessed the sky, the ocean, and the ground. There is nothing like being naked in my room What will my neighbors think? I do not care. Don’t care it all And now that? My brain is parched too many pointless tasks. I review the sketches I make before I sleep. I like this one, but it’s complex, not today. Something simpler. There is nothing simple here. Something repeated, it doesn’t mean anything. I don’t have to innovate today. I work on whatever and open some tools. You see? Better. If doing art had a smell, it would smell like the house I grew up in. How nice it is to see my colleagues enjoying their craft. It is different each time, but I recognize it. I know my soul has an odor, but I can’t smell it. A shame light. How many defects. But I can remove them. One by one, by hand, there is no rush. It is becoming more and more pleasant to feel lighter I no longer remember which parts were habit and which parts I made up. But the result is me. It is more mine than my body. Almost done. I force the symmetry and then break it a little bit. Like when I leave all my things perfectly lined up on the table, then take one out. It looks off, just for fun. I have created something. It does not matter if it is repeated. It does not matter if looks pretty. I’m already less sad. Or will it affect individualism?