Confronting the pain resistance hands forth is where I source my inspiration. There's a self rewarding sense of morality, strength and virtue that comes from acting on my desire's to transform personal suffering. Art takes me through the unprecedented projects, assignments that hurl me into uncharted waters, and encounters with my own social dissolutions. Its because of art I'm able to shoulder the burden of being and take on the heroic path of truth and repair, giving inspiration a chance to touch talent in the face of fear and adversity, and in the name of resistance give birth to truth and beauty.
Creating art that distils the elevation and development of the individual is where I pull my content from. Through the willingness to shoulder my own burden of being and to take on the heroic path of truth and repair. Giving inspiration a chance to touch talent in the face of fear and adversity, and in the name of resistance give birth to truth and beauty.
I have no personal goals within art, for me the process is its own reward, especially if I'm exposing parts of myself paralysed by fear. I'm just trying to pay my debts to the muse that seems to navigate me through this journey, and through my own discovery, reflect work that can act as a vehicle to develop our human potential. I'm just here to do all I can with the power I possess to lay forth a more in-depth understanding of our similarities as apposed to highlighting our differences.
Confronting the pain resistance hands forth is where I pull the content of my work from. For me that process is its own reward, especially if I'm exposing parts of myself paralysed by fear. By paying my debts to the muse that seems to navigate me through this archetypal journey for ones true identity, my role in creation is to reflect work that can act as a vehicle to develop our human potential. I'm here to do all I can with the power I possess to lay forth a more in-depth understanding of our similarities as apposed to highlighting our differences. There's a self rewarding sense of morality, strength and virtue that comes from acting on your desire's to transform personal suffering. art leads me through unprecedented projects, assignments that hurl me into uncharted waters, and encounters with my own resistance. Art is all I truly know in this world, I'm here to do all I can with the power I possess to give inspiration a chance to touch talent, which drives me to act out the warriors pursuit in the face of fear, and in the name of resistance give birth to truth and beauty.
Two sculptures, one of a man and one of a women, the sculptures will be placed on each sides of a main road, with their stance facing towards each other and their arms reaching out to one another, their desire for each others touch becomes more apparent when car's/objects are coming between them, stand as nothing but confused matter and is not to be a distraction from what it is they share. a promise to never loose each other through the confusion.
Tete a Tete: The way of love, the way of the war. A conversation between two lover's
It became a love to hot to handle, a love with no sense of direction. Maybe time had a hand on what we had hid, and in fact we fort well, but it did what it did. Maybe we both knew our fate, but were yet to let go, and in the name of our differences, we forgot what we know. A love that displays not only pain that has been, but love that lives forever beyond this scene.
This cant be it, there has to be more, i cant feel my feet nor my hands anymore, the winds picking up its not changing cause, too late to turn back, too far from the shore.
I'm no artist any more, I've paid my dues, I'm a man on a mission, and i ain't gonna loose, for freedom and for faith this sails taking aim, to sail in the way of the whispers.
I'm not your problem dont you see, the sun is going down and the nights are getting colder, i dont want to make the news any harder for you too swallow, gave up myself to truth a repair so it feels as though our time is coming to an end out of fear and discomfort, you won my friend, you played yourself with your secret identity but really who's in hiding? Im not the man you want me to be im sorry i never please, just know all the time my needs were in deed, to paay back the price that i no longer believe, for you times as a burden and not as a parent.
All i ever wanted was for you to turn around and tell me your proud, proud to stand up for what s so rightly mine, for pursuing a voyage that you were to scared to undergo, tell me please, just one time, tell me
Running around either from or to whom,
trying to make sense of the times between the sun and the moon,
no moment before you stand waist deep in the ocean and announce you're coming home.
To distracted by love, watching you howl at the moon,
I start chasing my words till its dark come noon,
sometimes it drives me crazy, others it the most beautiful thing in the world,
but most days it all comes back to you.
1- portrait - Turns out this moustache grew a man who can finally explain where he's been hiding.
2 - Man and his load - Say what you like, I'm still gonna try. Man and his load, 04.2018, Darkroom print, 35mm.
3 - Tete a tete - Tete a tete, Santa Cruz, 14.06.2018.
We would rather have burnt then be burned, unwilling to face the truth that time we had wasted, our potential we had rejected and our idea of love had become a distraction from what we were too afraid to face. Resistance had fooled us, and our inability to stand up against the reality we had constructed on fear based emotions was now coming at the cost of burning that who we value the most, burning that who was exposing us to our truth, we found ourselves cornered defending what was only bringing us pain, we would have rather have turned a blind eye to the truth then faced the initial burn of acceptance that resistance had taken us a stray, We had been fooled in the name of love, played by the unconscious force of self destruction.
It's failure to act often that's most paralysing,
to not do the right thing when the opportunity presents itself.
When you could take the risk you know you should be taking,
but instead look away.
Strength reassures the thing that wasn't apposed,
handing forth weakness against your will to act.
Ive spoken enough, time here is up,
I need to see how far I can swim,
from this ship that's given up hope.
A collective journal of pencil works capturing the pain found within confusion, pursuing forth the contemplation of sanity, and allowing room for a creative transformation to occur through growth. A genuine moral effort to develop towards the totality of ultimate well-being distilled.
The artist is the man or woman who has been able to battle past his or her personal and local historical limitations to the generally valid, normally human form. Such of ones visions, ideas and inspirations come pristine from the primarily springs of human life and thought, hence they're eloquent and not of the present disintegrating society and psyche, but of the unquenched source through which society is re-born. The artist has died as a modern man, but as eternal man, he has been re-born, therefore his second solemn task is to return to us transfigured and teach the lesson he has learnt of life renewed.
It's failure to act often thats most paralysing, to not do the right thing when the opportunity presents itself. When you could take the risk you know you should be taking, but instead choose to look away, claiming the fear as apart of you which only reassures the force thats out to crush your will to stand out and emerge victorious against ultimate vulnerability. Consider this show my act of faith, stepping out into nothing, hoping I land on something, the act of courage I need to take in order to accept the challenge of the hero's journey, the path of truth and repair. Willing to take what my calling throws at me and voluntarily heeding the call of adventure, to under go the overwhelming and fear provoking task of exposing myself to maximum vulnerability and accepting that as the price for realising my potential. standing for something honourable in the face of fear and through doing so actualise my most meaningful performance piece to date.
I want this show to stand for the strength and morality that is rewarded in taking on what imposes your sense of Self voluntarily
Im sat here being met with a complete block, resistance working at its best, nothing coming to mind, not even a sense of identity, im not even sure i remember who i am at this moment of time. absolutely nothing, completely off centre and here i am trying to take on the most significant task of my week, write out the reason for why i should persue my jpunrey of truth and repair, why i should put myself out on the limb and expoe muself to ultimate vulnerability, and i can t muster up more then a paragraph. Which has in fact just resulted to me free typing what you read now. Two men to my left hand side talkig about how to manipulate algrythem to generate more traffic to there agency which by the sounds og things they have no emotional invesment into there
I'm gonna go out on a limb here and try and exceed my limits of honesty, because you only deserve the truth.
No is the answer to your question, because I don't feel as though I can
I miss you, like a lot, and it doesn't seem to be anything I have control over. Im not even sure I should be telling you this out of fear that I might be wrong, but the thought of not doing anything just isn't helping anymore??
I cant seem to find or hold a rational or logical answer as to why, All I know with absolute certainty is that right now it seems to be the only place I want to be...
I cant figure out if its you that I want or whether I'm chasing an idea that I've cultivated in the name of fear.
I've been thinking of ways to expand the reach of what it is I have to offer through my craft and push the boundaries of my authenticity and transparency to expose and share my vulnerabilities with the world. With our life's force taking us into what feels like a 'gift economy' I wanted to try and open up a space to embrace my expression and share my gift's, my expertise and the adversities I've found a somewhat level of mastery in to help those like myself try to make sense of their confusion, and anyone who's willing to stop and listen. I recently was made aware, through a podcast (AMP Aubrey Marcus and Christine Hassler) of the original definition of the word 'Passion'. I wanted to talk about this because it gave me reassurance
Aimless typing, knowing im going to od the delete botton straight after this stream of consciousness so that there is no type of pressure to hinder what it is im about to say, no one to show no one to read it just a conversation between me and the beyond, here i am once again waiting under the stars for something to happen, anything, i can feel it coming,,,,,,you ready, three two one. Hi. I dont mean to ignore oyu, its just a reflex i have when it comes to any situations that challenge me to stay and figure it out, i guess it just feels like a nousence to me, don't know why, have never really quesioned it up until now. no that i have something on the other end of my silent punishment, i want you to know I'm here and i wanna see this through, but right now i just need a moment to myself to gather my thoughts.