Bologna — Today I had my first Mokuhanga lesson. It’s Mokuhanga that produced the Ukiyo-e masterpieces of Hiroshige. It’s made of wood, ink and hands: my hands drawing and cutting. It wasn’t easy, and I made many mistakes in mixing ink and rice glue. And this is the result. Not so perfect. “It’s not perfect but yet it’s still beautiful”, Sensei told me. “It has expression”. So today I learned two things rat...
Turin — I was very sad this evening, when I entered the metro. I found this. And now I have a smile in my pocket, just for me.
Lima — I was propped up on my elbows at the base of the Miraflores cliffs, beach-bumming and occasionally snickering at badly burned tourists while they hobbled behind their tanned surfing teachers, dragging...
Toronto — In a post-apocalyptic Toronto, the city would be strangely, hideously dark beneath a moonless sky. Only the Tower would remain, its lights still tracing patterns up and down against a backdrop of star...
I do not believe in the concept of waves. When one wave crashes, another nips at it's tail and they become one continuous wave; the same in life.
I am grateful for the quiet moments when you just feel so grateful to be alive and blessed to be surrounded by such beauty.
Like the night sky, we're full of mysteries with our curious eyes. Possessing the elegance of a blooming rose, in a field of ungracious souls. We are pearls of an extraordinary paradise, though most of us are blinded by the unearthly cries. I write of such matter, in the deepest state of poetry. Such a graceful art, that's written cursively across my heart. In a paralyzation of beauty, this earth inevitably stuns me. Leaving each flower to grow, in a cardiac arrest of a fanciful field of the unknown. Each day is an adventure, grasp the exhilaration resting gracefully at your awaiting.
There's a lot of mysticism surrounding the rain.
You're the aid to my bruises. You're my heart's music. A symphony that beats for my muses. A heavenly arena of extravagantly extraordinary mystic rhythms. Arranging into a line of coordinated notes. Forming into the melody of love, the melody of inspiration. The sweet rhythmic paths of life itself shown into such prosperous beauty. An adventurous land of glory, waiting to be traveled upon. Awaiting to be uncovered.
My Lighthouse even knows there’s more than what is told.Sharks keep swimming,I’m no longer in fear,I’ve swam to the shore,Where none of you seem to exist here.Safe inside, I climbed my Lighthouse,As I approached the lookout, I glanced down south.Peering into the ocean,As if it’s a torturous place I never have been.I stood upon the edge of my Lighthouse,Waving down south,Farewell my sins, I am free at last.My lovely Lighthouse has rescued me,No more hiding,I’ll shine with its lighting.Lighting up the night,Standing tall and striking all the demons of the sea.Balancing high above,As I am free.My Lighthouse knows me and holds me close,My armory that I love the most.Built up in bricks,The walls are thick.Incapable of being knocked down, my beautiful Lighthouse stood tall,Waiting patiently as The Recovery of my fall.
There is no one else like you. You are beautiful in every single way. Don't ever give up chasing your dreams, because anything is possible and the only person that can hold you back is you.
Until we meet again, Tatay...
When was the last time you let go, and lost yourself in a moment completely?
Almost two years ago, I vowed to never love again...
One way to find some motivation...
Inspired by Portland Art Museum. This painting is by Jules Olitski, American artist.
Today's venue is a beautiful one...
When all that's sure becomes a blur, and visions flee from you. Recall the past when dreams were vast, and let it spring anew.
As rain covers the hope of sunshine in Spring, so does laziness suffocate my will to be productive in labor. Oh, how I love the rain!
When I land in a city I love, I feel nervous.
On beach-bumming and teaching an old dog new tricks
I long for freedom....
"It's not perfect but yet it's still beautiful".
Take a smile.
so we were on our way to view our new home in kennett square
Ghost Tower in the night. ...there's a story in there.
Random river front piano moment: Please Play Me, Jesus
Nature's Inspiration...I've noticed that people respond well to sunlight. As do plants. But, we humans really respond happily to sunshine, yellow, and warmth.