No Expectations.

Blue hues fill my eyes grading in tints and shades big-fluff-puffs-huff their way through. They’re all getting going yearning somewhere. Their faces all turned gleaning, shiny, and new. These wondrous empties are all on a journey to finding themselves only to find that in the end they are all but one-vast.


Waves of Redemption

Was it all worth your effort?
Did you get to prove what you wanted?
Or was it all just your time to play
Your way of knots & no direction?
I wish I was back in Hawaii for a moment.
Atop the rocks, which lifted me higher than the beach goers. Away from all akin. Vast seas and crisp winds blew my mind. A man had climbed up to see what I had worked so hard to achieve…”what was up there?.” He must have wondered. I was so high up! He had eyes the color of the sea. It was almost frighting at first because 1) Very few have piercing blue eyes 2) HE CLIMBED all the was UP. Yet at peace we were for a moment. As if nothing mattered, and no one else existed. Except our glancing at all the turtles. We watched as they would come up for air. These big beautiful creatures were what made that moment so magical and engraved in my mind. For a moment we were just THERE, & ALIVE. I am like that by nature. I seek happiness through all. I know hardship, I know fall. I do not know it all. But I do know I deserve to feel as spirited as ever, & lovely, & all.


Barcelona Day 1 & 2

A lot has happened since last I wrote. I have obtained a working position with Deljou Art group. As well as depositing my enrollment fee to trasfer to SCAD & soon will be moving to Atlanta. I’m sure there is much more, but for now I will keep things simple.

My mother and I are in Barcelona & will be leaving tomorrow on a Cruise to France, Italy, & Croatia!

Day 1 Barcelona

Long day, tons of energy, all spent walking until our feet were tired. We have seen so much, and I was most impressed by the design & architecture. The close attention to detail is amazing, and simple. I tried raspberry sorbet & Belgian chocolate gelato, chocolate croissant, espresso, fresh eggs with orange middles. I mean everything is just fresh. The air is crisp and clean, but a little windier than I had expected. Monuments/areas seen: Gothic cathedrals, las ramblas-open air mall type, modern/post modern apartment style homes,. The elevators are about 6 sq feet, small but it allows engagement of conversation. The children play and laugh in the streets & it’s so peaceful when you look up and all you see is beautiful designs. It brought up an important idea for me. As a designer it’s important to design something beautiful, but if you can design for the best life style possible then that is even more important. People want lasting memories, a treasure of the past, present, and future. Give the people something to grasp, smell, play, or work with. CoCo Channel, LV, and Burberry are all well designed retail shops for example, but the city itself-it’s traditions are what you remember and love. The rest will live on.

Day 2 Barcelona

Short day, because we took a bus 26 Euros each, to see pretty much everything else in Barcelona. It was a great overview without as much walking. Gaudi and I fell in love several times, and I could sit and sing amongst the mosaics forever. The day began with a delightful breakfast at the hotel which consisted of blood sausage, German baloney, & other meats, cheeses, paistries, poached egg, and esspresso. Esspresso was a bad idea, because by mid-day I crashed and it was at one of Gaudi’s designed houses, but I was still very happy even though all  could do was sit, and watch everyone else walk. I just sat on the rooftops and soaked in the sunshine. I prayed that I too will get to design for the people that need it, and make the most out of my talent. I have hope for design to grow in America. My goals today were met and I exceeded my expectations here in Barcelona. I think I will be back soon, hopefully at my most fruitful within in my career. I would hope to live and design here for some time. Alright well I have pictures, and sketches to show. Enjoy!

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Lust, and Orange Peels

Spring is here, and today I shared time with my brother and sister.

Our bunnies were pressed up against their sweet little chests. My heart lingers on the thoughts of you swelling, and known to me. My hand caressing their little furry backs as they shed their youth away. Collecting soft silk, which swiftly drifted into the blue. I lay my eyes down beside my subconscious. Remembering that I had felt something similar before. I look, but I can see. I hear, but now I listen. Everything is clear. An orange peel. These sacred times of growing and careful decisions reminds me of how fragile love is. The grasses sway with the wind, and the bunnies lay down alongside the fence. Deeper my eyes filling and pulling space to touch, just to feel. Free of doubt, and distress of tomorrow’s obstacles. This doesn’t even feel like falling. Gravity can’t begin to pull me back to the ground again.


If lust is love then what is a relationship without love, lust?