mediums

Mediums are a blur to me. I want to take a photograph, transfer it to a piece of wood, etch the details, scan it, digitalize it, make it dance, render it, compose the soundtrack, then project it onto the original work live while narrating an original piece about the subject. My ideas are feasible and my resources are limitless; all except time. If I were born somewhere else and into better money, I wouldn't have this problem, but I wouldn't have the creativity and drive as I do now. I was born into the greatest environment I could possibly imagine; freedom.

I'm not talking about America, I'm talking about my wonderful parents who, as artists themselves, gave me the freedom to pursue whatever I wanted, and I did. Everything. From dance to acting, drumming to photography, I finally found who I am and I can't quite put myself in one specific category. My ambitions stretch greater than any privilege or social accommodation could afford. I will find a way to convey my excellence. And I will find a way to make those who allowed me to be proud.

revived

moreover,
our lives crossed over
lines drawn bolder than
lingering soldiers
yielding to their fate
make no mistake,
our deaths will be faked
love is at stake;
life is a waste
you and i, awake

i drew some shapes and wrote this beneath them

in the wee hours of the morning,
when the sun is cold
and the grass is silver,
when breath is thick
and movements are stiff,
i see the shadows cast by giants
and stand in the wake of the moon.

i know that when reflections tremble,
the winds are disturbed
and the earth is afraid.
i know that when the day fades away,
the sun is ashamed
and the moon is victorious.
and i know,
now more than ever,
that i stand tallest
when no one's around
to catch me
when i fall.