Not Sure What This Bug Is Called. I Know (or At Least I Think I Do) That It Is On The Leaf Of A "Wonder

What is done?

Not enough. Simple. We do nothing therefore we are remembered for nothing. But that has to change. Let's change that. Look out for more content from me. I'll do my part.

Work in progress. The name will come soon. When I take a better picture. 

Took this with a Sony Cybershit dsc... I thought it would be too much hassle to get out my dslr.  All the colours look weird.

The 2nd photo is better no? That's that dslr goodness. 

Iz

Hey kbanfield check this out. 

Whenever I call kbanfield and say I'm feeling uninspired, he always says just start and get it done and stop complaining... He is a real motivator. I was thinkin that its like if I look out through the peephole thingy I'd see him like this outside my door. So i felt inspired to do this sketch. 

night night. from my other blog... for my photojournalism class. check it out

Night time photography is always daunting, especially when I know that my kit lenses are way too slow. I mean f/3.5 or f/4 being the widest makes means REALLLLY slow shutter speeds or high ISO if  I don’t have a tripod… 

But… sometimes those shots come out pleasant enough. 

truth about him from the eyes of a fern

i saw him painting yellow in the rain.  

weathered with moss and pale patches that looked like a gutter with massive, dried toothpaste stains - the wall of the dull, intrusive cellphone tower caught my interest, one day.

first, i noticed the great portion of soothing blue that began to mask the ugliness, then i was quickly enchanted by the yellow—the colour of that good, beloved kind of powdered curry. i was  D   R   A   W   N. through the back glass, i managed to see only an afro—glorious in the rain. the taxi ripped me away from the scene—curious, inspired, intrigued.

but i found out. thanks, Dani :) it was KRISTON BANFIELD.

for all his life, and nineteen of mine, Kriston Banfield and i were “neighbours”. he is now 20 and laughed when i divulged my occasional “give one” or “take one” formula for sharing my age. but i stated it honestly. it was not important for me to cheat youth or maturity in that instance.

we walked for a bit in the rain while i tried to regulate my excitement that he was a new source of inspiration for me, and i hope, the community.

his vibrant, enlightened beings will share spaces along the lengthy one-way-in-one-way-out road in my “Past de Lighthouse” community. i allow myself to be carried away with my own sentimentality and be persuaded that the fantastic, emulsified characters will move people to appreciate this public form of expression. perhaps it will encourage them to relay their own positive messages, activating a new sense of pride in the valley.  

Banfield’s animated use of colour and his kinetic lines constitute energy, movement and change. they communicate and evoke so many thoughts and possibilities, to me.

i am in full support of what he is doing and am grateful that he is taking time and showing interest in doing it here, in “de bush”—in Santa Cruz. FULL RESPECT TO THIS POSITIVE YOUTH. he real kewl too. check out his blog: http://kbanfield.tumblr.com/   

Light.

Yuh wah some #sorrel awa? #freshstart sorrel #drink #christmas is around the corner. (at Golden Bell Korean Resturant)

EEEee3e a 3r a great one of those are d

Late night writings #1

And I sat and wondered on the universe, and all the things that settled on the surface of our world and my brow furrowed...

Why do we kick up the dust that we were birthed from?

Why do we spit on the womb from which we emerged?

Emerged immersed in purity that we proceed to tarnish, developing a hideous patina we call beauty... Why?

What is an artist?

IMO, an artist is someone who creates from within their very spirit and soul... with every motivation secondary to the base desire to cover your canvas (whatever your artform may be) with the very essence of your being. An artist does not talk about being an artist. An artist does not call oneself an artist neither should one expect to be recognised as such.

An artist creates. 

Not without purpose or without message ingrained... That is a byproduct of your influences and environment... but at its core, pure creation and your very DNA. 

Create.

On the other side of time. I found my self in the belly of a hundred-year-old clock tower, the gears frozen in time. I saw glimpses of the past in the cobwebs and graffiti and dust. Yet when I looked through the crack in the glass of clock's face i saw a future that spread out over the open savannah, endless opportunities, all from an uplifted perspective.