I am not a sheep! Okay, maybe I graze a little. But it’s not my fault . These pastures are full of juicy ads and repetitive messaging it’s hard not to fall in line with the crowd.
Let me peel away the sheep’s clothing for a moment and pretend to be the herder. With an ear to the ground and my sights all around I am in a position to connect with the ..
Three breeds of zombies with one in your head.
The time isn’t so and so it begins, the journey of opportunities comes with a wind. Towards or away it’s course may stray as we enter the dawn of a new day.
Let our stories be told and a bright future unfold.
Together in rhythm and rhyme while losing track of time.
The end is the beginning.
It’s all you. Love or hate, it’s against yourself. This is our ultimate truth.
Seen or unseen, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Remember, there are no rules.
Balance breaths power into the soul.
You are made up of infinite potential. Together we share the same motivation of curiosity. Let’s see what happens as this story unfolds.
Not today but right now.
Labels are words given to things, together we share our stories, communicating experiences of life and love.
Art is our expression of the world we share. A common reality with no rules only laws. Natural laws specific to this shared reality.
Ron is by no stretch of the imagination an ordinary fellow. Mostly a quiet loner he does enjoy the occasional walk in the park. Not to be confused with your typical outdoor park with grass, trees, birds and bees but the metaphorical playground of Ron’s mind.
On a good day the path is quiet, reserved and clean. But on an average day the journey is wrought with noise and abstractions of the most indistinguishable nature.
The Internet doesn’t work. Not for me at least. Sure, it’s a great tool and has spawned a mess of great achievement and innovation. But I feel trapped in the dumpster.
As an artist I need a tool to manage my creations, to work from scratch or collaborate with other artists. This tool ought to publish my work and let me sustain my ability to create and serve others. Funded through royalties, from either its commercialized success or through support from the audience. But the shadow looms.
I still feel the tentacles of yesterday’s society pulling me back from breaking through into something beautiful and amazing. Ideas, lost like yesterday’s milkshake shamelessly left on the roof of the car as it peels out of a grungy parking lot. Where I go from here I do not know. Will we go together? I can only hope so.
Years upon years (well, five to be exact) of scrutinizing planning and scouring for an answer that will let me blossom into the artist that I yearn, no, crave, to be. And tomorrow the wheel will spin just like today, the same rhythm, trapped at the hub seeing not the world but the routine cycle of familiarity. Now it’s clear, we will not arrive at a destination without first departing from where we are and letting go of where we were. It’s time to weave a new story, and set forth an adventure that calls out the other artists to come along for the ride and shape the journey into something unique and amazing.
Into the darkness we will plummet, bonded by our creative spirit and in a cry of honour and glory. Humanity shall be transformed by the purposeful and divine nature of those who wish to be one. In flight across the seas, into the heavens that befall the earth, tomorrow will arrive with light and meaning in a masterful eruption of celebration and wisdom. Today will be a wisp of the distant past as the moment expands into eternity.
… let the story begin
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