Today sadness aurrounds my aura. Never before have I had the ability to communicate with so many people. It can be overwhelming at times to the senses. And in so saying that I have come to believe that we are all more alike on this planet than many do not acknowledge or simply do not understand.
During the past couple of days I have become witness to atrocities beyond my understanding. No, perhaps that isn’t the right way to write it. These attrocites are so inhuman that all I can do is pray.
I write, read, watch, listen and touch all that surrounds me. Now this surrounding physical landscape has evolved into a digital realtime landscape of interaction. However I cannot touch it physically; only through words, paintings, comments and possibly sound and video in the near future can make contact through. I have this site. It is but one piece of a much larger discussion going on in the blogosphere. I honestly can say I love doing what I do right now, even when things become too much for my pschi to handle. When it becomes to much I have learned to react instinctively, emotionally and honestly.
Maybe I just need a hug?
Physical contact seems a rarity for me lately. I don’t travel to downtown Van anymore. It has become a wasteland of all that is new and shiny and costs money. I don’t have much money. My account reads $6.43. I’m a little bit scared. This is what I want to do. I want to write on this blog. I would love to contribute to another blog. I wish someone could sponsor my blog or make prints of my artwork to sell. I am asking for help please?
Do you ever step outside your own boundaries? Do you ever challenge yourself? This is what I am doing. Some may call this agoraphobia. I think a lot of it though has to do with money. When you earn no money people seem to not to respect what you do in some way. They ask you “What are you going to with your life?” “You need to find work!” “You need an income!” FUCK!
I’m not in this for the money. Believe me. But in this world having a voice means sometimes not being heard. And when you are not heard no money seems to flow. And when no money seems to flow the physical world becomes smaller and smaller.
I do the best I can in realationship to what I do.
I don’t have money but I do have art, stuff and some talent all rolled into to quote Mike: my own very bizarro world. This post may seem odd to those who just stepped in here. I ask you to go and read what has been posted over at this blog. Click on bizzaro world and it will direct you to the proper post. All this discussion all began here from this post on my blog.
I look forward to meeting these dudes at WordPress Camp as long as I can somehow get to San Francisco. It will be nice to talk with the developpers, programmers, writers, creators and artists and hopefully colaborate on creating and learning from eachother.