Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Vision...



I'm sitting on my brother's couch in Charlotte NC...the baby boy of the family, Colby and my friend, Jinx are in the front yard...I havent smoked any weed in a few days, but for some reason I don't feel I need it right now. My wife is pissed at me so I havent talked to her in about a week, and I haven't talked to my son either...so my mind is fulled with visions of ART...I guess I should be "sad" but I'm not...the pain I feel is creating some of the wildest images in my mind. Not in a bad way but in a beauty way...having this "clear" mind without weed is very different for me...I don't really know if I like it or dislike it...but I feel numb to my private life..art is the only thing I see right now...pain, beauty, loneliness, forgivenss, happiness, freedom, peace, and my children....I can feel the sun shining down on my back from the window..and it makes me feel at peace, like God is touching me...like my grandmothers are telling me "Be strong and focus on your goals" just the simple touch of the sun..I feel like I'm not alone....I just want to create using these visions...no music is needed...no weed is needed...no other human being is needed...just me, my hands, visions, and GOD....my brother's wife is about to walk in the house...she was going to work around 6am when I decided to go to bed..after staying up allnight tattooing one of my brothers, old college friends, twitting, and drawing for my book....I can hear my boy, Jinx in the background telling some corny jokes...and my lil' brother Colby's voice is reminding me of his fathers voice..these are my visions from sound...random, but beauty....life flaws and all...I'm thankful..I'm blessed...and I'm learning....Miya Bailey be YOU...and smile :) create art..and focus on your goals...give your children the world...even when they don't understand whats going on right now...ok enough of this random blog...time to look at Gummo (I love that movie) and after my sister gets off work we all going to see, Distrinct 9....

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