These are just words but if I don’t say them now. In scribbles and sketches. I miss you. This place I’m caught between calls for me to work myself over. Without it I am nothing to earn my way. Without downward spiral friends to back me up and have courage to say these things I have no feat.
paint from the heart
before there were heralding eagles and hawks. From the earth blelups and kai kai or skia kai along with few knew to put our hearts into the land we stand on. Be there. Wear stripes without colors but truth. Into these folds we are not lost. Hard is the work to see another day but in these arms I hold dear the treasure that you’ve kept alive with me. Nothing aside you but commitment beyond hurt.
If all I have is work I have to take a moment to know it doesn’t break me and I’m not lost without being corrected by the values I’ve not taken but the stripes I wear inside.
I lived on sense of urgency for a few years now to make me see if I can survive that I can put it all out there and play my hand at the table. Art was for those with money in the generations before us. The abundance of it makes me sad in some ways.
I don’t want to leave this world without regrets. From a childhood friend who admired the line of INXS ‘don’t ever change’. It’s to mean to me you transformed at a time with me that didn’t align. All the same I take this design language for my kin to recognize this transformation in abstract and I can dream I can dream about you.
half full but always whole