The Black Hole

I felt in you, inside me perhaps now I look again A black hole. It matters little where it was located, it was there. There is something you should know about this place but I hardly know where to begin. There is something in there that I feel compelled to see To touch, to taste, … Continue reading The Black Hole

Now I Can See…

painting with ink on a brand new canvas

Now I can see what you are What you are not What I am What I am not I'm taking risks To be close to you Because I don't always understand things Unless I am close up Snuffling around for clues For food Like a mouse I want to figure things out In detail There … Continue reading Now I Can See…

Universal Energies = Love

Opening up to the places inside that have been shut away for so long. Making faces at the fears that now uncover their subversive intentions to derail me from my truth. I am not there yet; The fears still serve as my protection. Protection from what? I wonder... if not the memories of past times … Continue reading Universal Energies = Love

Trust

a man sits by the window with a mask of his face in his hands photo artistry by adam white

Now I can see, what you mean is so much more to me than a cheap thrill. It's a bitter pill to swallow when you know you've fallen into a trap and had to have your friends point out a few things about how you've been acting. Suck it up. Relax. They have your best … Continue reading Trust

Got A Bad Mood?

"Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes" Carl Jung

Little Dying

I remember my presence is enough...

Art Shaman; In The Woods

It always amazes me how healing creative experiences can be. Once you have processed the shame and embarrassment of scaring passers by with your blacked out face, the thrill of the moment becomes more playful. 'Fuck It' is our profane mantra in these moments. I'm not being bad. Just playful, irreverent, goodly dangerous to the status quo of holding and fear.