Not the brake I was waiting for

Instead of a summer break filled with european traveling, life decided a brake with a collarbone would better suit me. As it ends up, I'm thankful for the way things work out. If it weren't for the silly slip up on a skateboard, I wouldn't have had the time and thoughts to create the work I did over the summer. Devoid of opinions on the work, they are all simply something that resonate with my existence, and maybe they will connect with others, too. 

This is some of my latest assignment based work. I love how much enjoyment I get from creating healthy dishes, styling them, photographing, editing - and then eating them!

Her Eyes Could Only Say

While the experiencer is no more, source material becomes readily available through memories that have not yet been filtered out from the subconscious. By being presently void of the necessity to continually grab hold of more experiences, this space allows the ability to begin cleaning back into the depths that may be more tangled and deep than the viewer once presumed. And to think that I ever had an egoic thought that the phase after the 'experiencer' would be boring. Rather, it seems a space where less of the ego can inhabit, and therefore allows for the purifying and cutting of the attaching subconscious material. 


This final summer break before graduation has been quite the adventure. Starting off with breaking my collarbone skateboarding and having my first surgery was definitely an experience of taking on yet again a more rounded perspective. While I was dismayed at first by having to cancel trips to Europe, my misunderstandings had quieted down to embrace the perfection of timing in all things once more. The adventure of experience isn't the same and will not be for the rest of this existence as myself. I had seeked far away travels to countries and trips to places I had never been, until this collusion of experience showed me the adventure is only ever now - not in some 'far off' place.

The consequence of coming to realize such a profound truth by a broken bone now seemed distantly mere. It's difficult to hold a camera since it's still a bit heavy, so I went back to using the black India ink I started using last summer. With that, watercolor then introduced itself and then sewing. Combining all three to represent one message has been a wonderfully peaceful and connectedness state I would have otherwise missed had I been physically traveling around this summer. Instead, the travels within have been of the grandest I've adventured. The change of adventure inward has been an end to the external alone, and this transition is one that feels a great blessing. 



To straddle between this or that - the ultimate duality persistent throughout this planet perspective. To remain unfettered by it all, seated right in the center by nothing no stronger than a thin piece of string that keeps just enough ego alive, before completely exiting the perception of form's dualism.