Wednesday, October 21, 2015

“The man who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out. He will be wiser but less sure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in acknowledging his ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to the unfathomable mystery which it tries, forever vainly, to comprehend” 

― Aldous HuxleyThe Doors of Perception

Thursday, February 19, 2015

It seems I know a whole lot about nothing

Saturday, February 14, 2015

You don't have to be like all the rest to become your best

Saturday, January 24, 2015

A piece was lost along the way
I don't know where it's gone
But something stirring deep below
Reminds at every dawn
I can't call it's name
Or start anew
There is no place to go
But still I search in hopes
That one day soon I'll know







Thursday, January 22, 2015

As more time passes
I struggle harder each morning
To gather the pieces
That I'm told I'm supposed to have
I shuffle through truthful excuses
I know I can't give
because I only have a few hours left
After the service I return
To the anticipation of the resistance
And the weights measured

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

"The artist must be sacrificed to their art. Like the bees, they must put their lives into the sting they give." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Considering learning sign language due to an antisocial personality.

"Who shall say what life prospect to another, could a greater miracle take place then for us to look through each others eyes for an instant, we shall live through all the ages of the world in an hour and all the worlds of the ages"
- Henry David Thoreau

Monday, January 19, 2015


When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs.  When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence. 
- Ansel Adams

Saturday, January 17, 2015

"Curious as to why I was being woken up before sunrise to travel another hour by boat into the middle of the ocean, I reluctantly pulled myself from the hammock I slept in the night before. As we continued to our unknown destination I turned to see the dark early hours of the small fishing village behind us still lit with the small flickers from scattered oil lanterns and the glow of the full moon above. Over the opposite shoulder, the horizon. Pushing past was the early morning sun. As the boat gradually veered to our right we seemingly moved through a space that was neither the day’s morning or the night prior, but with the luminous evidence of both."

"Once the morning's light illuminated the darkness of my dreams I had realized that it was not the jungle that was haunted but my thoughts, filled with former faces and the echoes their impact left behind. At that moment I had learned you cannot quiet the ghosts of the mind by going in search of the monsters of the world."


“The task of art is to transform what is continuously happening to us, to transform all of these things into symbols, into music, into something which can last in man’s memory. That is our duty. If we don’t fulfill it, we feel unhappy.”

― Jorge Luis Borges

Friday, January 16, 2015

I starred intently at the pages for what seemed to be days. Informed of others' truths or honest lies, I lift my eyes to the valley below and remembered where I was and why I was here. Brought by the ambitions of others, but with my own quiet purpose. Lists of music and mystery remind me of the reality I will undoubtedly return to. A collecting abundance of clouds over the heads of mountaintops direct my thoughts to ' Da Vinci's deluge and the potential serenity of destruction.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

"We are all here on earth to help others; what on earth the others are here for, I don’t know."

Since childhood we've been told that people grow up, get jobs and go to work. If that's true, why does it feel so unnatural?

Monday, January 12, 2015

Prints available now on Etsy!

https://www.etsy.com/shop/Abstractink82

Saturday, January 10, 2015

This is the oldest I've been
And the youngest I'll be
Thirty plus years
And still learning to see


There was never yet an uninteresting life. Such a thing is an impossibility. Inside of the dullest exterior there is a drama, a comedy, and a tragedy. - Mark Twain

Thursday, January 8, 2015

The two things I find most difficult are leaving the house and asking for help.

Saturday, January 3, 2015

"The habits and manners of those so called civilized are far more savage than those who don't know the difference."