Posts tagged writing
Posts tagged writing
wanting to fall away, slide away.. possibly to a great escape.. but who knows.
i am only but a fondled little girl.
i am a very enthusiastic person upon peoples dreams, aspirations, passions and wildest fathoms upon what they’d like to do. passion within art, passion through art and art through passion. everything and anything IS ART. i’ll go through my days helping to further , procure and see people do well and live freely through their arts. love, live and lavish the community that is ART, once you’re in the family.. you’re in it for life. but , PLEASE, DO NOT ABUSE THIS FAMILY OR REALM… many people do. and it sickens me, lays me weak at the feet of a beast greedily slopping up the scraps and barking for more!! you must give to recieve and love to conceive the friendships that are valued to this way of life.. you must not take all you want and then some. it revolts me that people can be so greedy, work for nothing and abuse a people, a family and essentially a life from people just out of pure malicious and conceited intent.
we are here to live as art, breathe as art and be art. we are art. those whom abuse these people, and like to pretend they could ever be something so beautiful are sorely mistaken. you are shells of humanity, you are the casings of penatrating death.. you are the cancer to our loves beating heart.. do not abuse such art.
sift through and upload photos from Evan Boyd Photography,
choose my edits from my accessory shoot for Mohnstr W/ Steve Lukinuk Photography,
also the edits from my body paint W/ artist Luna Milly and photographer Steve Lukinuk,
messaged the girl about uploading her gift art on my page =] ,
emailed a modeling site,
upload the other one from Scott Fraser Photography,
message savy, evan and scott about shoots.. lady pending on the early morn’ one, latex shoot pending, boudoir pending.. so. much. to. do. O . O
i’ve been working hard on my days off trying to shoot full length days, it sure is rewarding artistically. :) = ^ . ^ =
This is where I live right now, Vancouver Island B.C. , Canada.
It’s beautiful here, it really easy.. But I am growing weary of it. /sigh > . < I’m not quite certain what to do , if I move back to the Okanagan it seems a set back.. Toronto cuts all ties here and is truly A FRESH START, scary as hell though.. And then there’s Vancouver, moderately safe.. bigger then Vancouver , safe friends.. Montreal, with known people.. with separate lives and interests, so a comfy fresh new start. It’s such a whirl wind of possibility. All I know is I need to get this art shit going.. I just wish I had more room to create some sort of studio. The summer shall be my bitch!! >:D MUAHAHHAHAHAAH.
- ; SO EFFIN’ MUCH.. AND SO MANY DIFFERENT ART MEDIUM PROJECTS. /flails AGGGHHH, so MACCHHHHHh on myyyy platee yooo. ;D I’ll get through it though!
School ends soon, in a few weeks or so.. Gotta’ finish up my last question for my first take home.. :X And also my second take home.. Whoops. D; Gah , I’m so bad at this.. So much stress right meow. And saving money is hard when you’re barely making fuck all. -slitsthroat- x . x
I think I shall wrap up all these shoots with the photographers I’m talking to, then slow down on it.. Only really see when a photographer, clothing line or band approaches me for awhile, maybe an alloted two months.. And in that two months really crack down on music,writing and painting etc. Belly dancing as well, more so then hip hop n’ such at first. .. *tapsnose* .. i must hit up the dollar store for some big construction card to make some charts with stickers and pretty colors n’shit. FUCKK YYAAAA, arts and crafts FTW. FUCK, i need to clean my room tomorrow too. Q.Q Dang lyyffeeeee.
Improper spelling FTW, am I cute yet? :B
no one sees my pain, because i’m good at saying “i’m alright”. i smile and laugh, borrow your light.. smoke a cigarette and deny the fight. i forgive and forget like that of a pet, i never sing because i reject the things i love and hope they hurt me.. because.. that’s what they always do.. and that means they care. yes?
what is care?
so that i may feel… feel? what is feel? i’m sad and hurting and i’m not even sure i know what that is.. what is happiness? what is care?
Ahhhhh, the city it calls. Within colder months it strobes strong like a light houses beacon. The beacon is guiding this ship to dreams and successes within the minds imagination and life’s creation..
‘Let us be soft’, he said. ‘Let us sip energy drinks and smoke a stick filled with cyanide… Look over the city’s hazed streets and just feel ALIVE. ‘