The Ancestral Burden

We have been living with stolid faith
Beginning, even though we have not started
In fear of an end that is always too near
Afraid to walk forward
Too proud to look back

Demons consume our conscious thought
Preaching, all that is fabricated is real
Breathing life into suspended eidolons
Telling the righteousness of tradition
Showing the predetermined path of failure

Wonderful gardens of daisy's
Grow to fantastic heights
Where we hath buried our loves
Their souls ascend to the clouds above
For sake of others gripes
We ask timidly ‘when will it end’
Hoping the answer will be of speedy resolution

Without just cause, we sit and stew
Empathy of piercing ache from others like you
Fills the world with anger and revenge
The garden still grows from falling tears
Spirits of those once warned
Wash out to mid-sea
Where their memory fades
and trumpets play for thee

Restitution; there is a boundless sea
Where black souls sink
And war ships repair upon ashen, gravel beach
Reddening face, ablaze for sake of souls sacrificed
Silence comes from all around
Tribulations arch-over the eternally bound

What is there for those who have lost?
Who have graves instead of lovers.
Minds unturned over centuries of grotesque past
Devilish pleasures known for too long
We have appeased those with too much pride
Conquering, as nations divide
living freely under absolute rule
In a society where justice prays on the innocent fool

Clothing Inspiration

I do no own these images

 

The patterns on these garments are very abstract yet playful enough not to distract the eye from the model. 

The perfect aesthetic combination.

The Empire

This is a pretty straight forward piece I made for my roommate at FIT. 

She lives in Poland, which seems like a different planet since I have never been out of this country. FIT is the planet that we both travel to, but we will always be on separate planets. 

On the right side is the Empire state building and a telephone.

3- Teir Balance

This is a manifestation of inner balance of Soul, Body, and Mind.

Try and image yourself being completely balance and whole. From the center of your chest you can feel a pull upward through the top of your head and downward to the base of your spine.

They are intentionally a little wobbly in appearance because as centered or balanced as we may claim, there is always a little wiggle room.

Take Care

This is a pretty complex yet simple piece.

First, let me explain Synesthesia. 

Synesthesia is not a condition or a handicap, I believe it is a gift. 

To be able to see sounds, taste sights, read letters in color, etc, is a major factor in my art/life. I think it is the reason I love art so much, in MY reality, everything is art, and in that case, art is everything!

This is my first painting of Synesthetic perception of sound.

The song: Take Care-Covered by Florence and the Machine

The Garden

The fountain area in the garden of MoMA.

About Me

Im amazed by art. I love the way it draws out your inner most thoughts and feelings with unreserved ease. Writing especially, with fiction and sci-fi there are so many avenues to walk down and learn about ones self.

I don't think that my art is necessarily that great; which leads to the double entendre in the title of this blog. "L'art de L'ame" in French means "art of the soul", but when read in English is looks like "art de lame", which is exactly how I feel about it sometimes, but it is coming from inside so it can't be all that 'lame' after all.

Enjoy!