If I'm gonna be an artist then I'm gonna get messy.

So life has been amazing lately. This is mainly because I have opened up to my potential to create. I feel like I've been ignoring it for a while. It's interesting how energy seems to grab momentum. All this creative energy started in the winter as I bought this new computer in hopes of making "little music videos". I decided to use my first one as a marketing tool for the bar I work Xes. I called this video "Strobe". You can find it on my youtube channel if you haven't seen it already (I tagged about a thousand people via facebook). I WILL NEVER forget the high I experienced when I finished it. I was working on it at the bar with my earphones in for a couple hours sitting ignoring every one around me..... when finally I had it how I wanted. I pressed play which cued my victory dance... a sharp jolting series of movements that resembled some one who was possessed by the devil... or perhaps it was god in this case.

And so slowly but surely I made more videos. And each time I made one they got better. Until after a while I began to get bored again. And I began to feel lost again... until I told some one that was not happy and they encouraged me to write down how I felt. So I began to vent and to pray. And very quickly I became inspired again. Only this time I can't seem to stop finding new and exciting ways to express this creativity. The more time I spend letting myself dream and make things, the more ideas I have. I'm making two genres of music videos.... those that are dark and expressive and those that remind me of how important family and life is. I'm writing a book that at times I find myself laughing out loud at the silly things and ways I write, and just recently I started making collages. This new hobby began because there was a GIANT ORANGE dumpster in between my bedroom window and my view of the park. "What an eye soar" I thought.... for days. Until a few days ago I decided "well at least the color is cool. I'm going to take a picture of it." I began a leisurely walk through the park except I could not stop thinking of the picture I took. So I went back and took more. As I was shooting, I immediately realized I wanted to turn this into art. "How ironic," I thought, "That my perception shifted so dramatically and so quickly." And so that became the subject of this work.

I decided to hang the triptych I made out of the dumpster photos today. I wanted to integrate it seamlessly into the existing art I had hanging on my wall. I couldn't figure out how to do that. "If only I could have as much fun arranging these as I did making this latest work." And then, "Why don't you?" popped into my head. So I grabbed some spray paint and began to spray the walls. What I stupidly did not anticipate was that the paint would circulate through out the room dusting EVERYTHING in it's path. I soon realized that I was spraying my entire world. I frantically grabbed wet rags and began scrubbing as best I could. It was an ARDUOS process. As the sweat poured from my brows, my world was being snowed on by the most electrifying tint of blue... and then I realized, "Let it be." I will be happy to put forth my best efforts to clean what I can of this beautiful mess, inhale these awful fumes.... because I am an artist... and I am ready to open my world up to some mess in the name of art.

Amen.