(This post is a continuation of post #45, which itself is a continuation of #40. You certainly don’t have to read them in order, however).
Yesterday, my mother and I took a pencil portrait drawing class at our local art co-op.
The theme was learning all of the traditional “rules” of drawing portraits – and then when and how to break them. Continue reading “48: to see the world as it really is, you have to break some rules”
In my 40th post, I began to read Richard Paul Evans’ The Four Doors. I recommend starting there for an introduction to this post. Continue reading “45: you don’t have to exist on purpose to have purpose”
I’ve always thought of meditation as very cool.
Think of the old enlightened sage, perched atop a mountain, peddling out infinite wisdom to those heroes who make the journey. The go-to person for a calm, rational piece of timeless advice.
Rather than aspiring to be the hero, I always skipped right past to aspiring to be that sage. Continue reading “44: treat your mind like a puppy on a leash”
When I started this blog, it was because of a creative block.
Some artists describe their block like a wall they cannot scale nor move around. They’re trapped on one side of the wall, inspiration is on the other side.
Personally, I feel more like I’m trapped under a steel dome. Within me, a fire of passion and desire to create burns very weakly, suffocated by a dome of writer’s block from the fuel of fresh, gaseous inspiration.
However you think about it, I assure you it’s frustrating. Continue reading “42: look at the moon, look at the roof”
I do a lot of driving.
My commute to work is an hour each way. I’m in a band that practices anywhere between an hour and 2 hours away from my house. I’m in a long distance relationship, separated from my significant other by 200 miles.
So, suffice to say, I’m constantly dreaming of the day that teleportation of humans and objects is possible. Continue reading “41: beam me up”