20110116

psalm 145

The Lord always keeps His promises. The Lord helps the fallen and lifts those bent beneath their loads. The Lord is close to all who call on him, yes, to all who call on him in truth. He grants the desires of those who fear Him, he hears their cries for help and rescues them. The Lord protects all those who love Him.

20110114

6.6.10

it was so beautiful.
and so misty.
and freezing.


"im just here at the waiting room, waiting"

another one fights the crust

one of my closest friends, kirsten, married david, a young american fella (with mutant powers), a few weeks back. uhm, wedding of all weddings...seriously. i love these two and i loved everything about their wedding...even that weird guy that kept on taking the mic from the dj and singing country songs. ha!
my pics do not do this weekend any justice..at all, but i thought id load them to soothe my nostalgia.
best wedding weekend ever!










hold.fast.hope

the valley of death

diana + ink


i am having a love affair with art

never do i feel more alive than when i create.
i know that sounds cheesy, but its the best way i can describe this feeling.
its like i somehow become more connected to who i am suppose to be.


lately i have been using every minute i can to feed this love.
painting. drawing. making books. reading. writing.


and iv risen from the dead yo!


been looking at some really great work on fecalface and juxtapoz


also, some really inspiring videos on some great artists over here


this weekend: mexican folk art.

20110101

sleepwalking

there's this peculiar sound that's very similar to silence
and its always me pushing the door open and closing it shut

you stand there and tip toe around the fact that the water is filling the room

you are so beautiful
and it hurts

lets sleepwalk
with our eyes closed
holding hands
safely secure

this could be beautiful
this could be love

this could be a disaster
black and blue death

but right now
my hair still smells good
and your warmth feels like home
my bones are new and undiscovered
and your mind is a mystery

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this year i have reserved my annual end of year reflection entry to the pages of my journal. handwritten still rocks more.


but i will say this. 2011 is going to be all about sowing.


just keep imagining the trees...