Democratic societies are unfit for the publication of such thunderous revelations as I am in the habit of making.

as i slowly withdraw myself from the constant mental state of a relationship, the consuming love that overtakes the other, i feel my creative side awaking. i need to sing, i need to see and make art, i need to write, i need to be inspired.

these works never fail:



Hieronymus Bosch painted this in 1503, before the whisperings and formation of surrealism began. It reminds me of a dream, riddled with religious iconography, clusters of bodies, shapes, and actions. The brightness and beauty of the first two panels juxtaposed with the haunting darkness of the right panel. I wish I had the talent to transcribe the images I see in my head onto a visual landscape.








cynthia ona innis is a californian artist who i found when exploring art galleries in venice. her art reminds me of marine life, the ocean, rebirth, planetary systems, the stars, the possibilities are endless. she's one of the people who i would invite to my ideal dinner party.


i think i've figured out something about myself. so often i am so focused, so in tune and intense about the complexity of life, give myself so much emotionally to the needs of others, that i have to shut myself off. friends complain about my inability to remain in constant contact. its exhausting always having to be present, there, always able to be in touch with whoever needs me. i need to be alone sometimes, to sit, recharge, whatever it is.


optimistic event of 4/10: http://www.thisisplymouth.co.uk/news/Police-save-ducklings-caught-flap/article-848457-detail/article.html- this little story warmed my heart. i am always up for the protection and preservation of defenseless creatures yet tonight i made myself a steak. such a hypocrite. oh well time for reese's peanut butter cups and watching the da vinci code. paul bettany needs to rethink the lame accent.