today i am. . .

Today i am a fighter pliot.

I walk out of my tiny cabin and head down the halls of the carrier, i then walk to the top deck and for a second i see the mid-days sky.  Full of cotton candy shaped columbus clouds set in front of a solid blue sky, i knew today’s flight was goin to be a good one.  I finally reach the runway, i exit the carrier farest from my ride as to enjoy the weather which is unseasonably fair.  Then i walk past other fighter’s rides many, shapes, sizes, and models were parked on the tarmac.  i eventually reach my sleek black bomber, i enter the vehicle, load my gear up, adjust my instrumets and start the engine.  I slowly taxi the vehicle out of its spot and slowly pull onto the runway.  I make my final preps and at that time its my turn to take off, i hit the thruster hitting g-force instantly, i am off.  The blue sky and the blistering sun strike me at my 12 o’clock filling the cabin with life.  I adjust my air, i manuver across the sky with only my destination in my mind.  I move fast, so fast it make lighting look like a handicaped retarted kid.  I whip the bomber at every turn carving through the air like a full time cook cutting a pot roast at boston market.  I see the landing strip knowing that i have made it to the destination safe having not encoutered charlie at any point. i slow my speed, prepare to land and nail the landing. I taxi immeadately, i pull out of the cabin immeadetly feeling accomplished for it was mission complete.

art works, or doesn’t work

so at the begining of the year i had an idea for a large mural of a woman laying on a large chair nude, with a scene that depicts the rising morning sun over a mountian range, the mid day sun over fishing boats in the atlantic, and the moon hanging over the desert.  the whole piece represents how beauty, “true beauty” transends time. i learned something about beauty the other day, the whole world is beautiful if you tell you eyes so.  You can find beauty in every thing in the world each person, each place, and each thought is beautful when you look at it objectivley.  we as a society are taught that there is only one kind of beauty or ideal goal that we should be or acheive, this is wrong because we should celebrate our individuallity rather than hide our unique qualities that make us who we are.  back to the artwork itself, i use carboard and paper and oil paint with a latex gesso for a base. using these materials i will ensure that the world has a short life span, for within 10 to 15 years the piece will be faded and discentergated to nothing.  this is a methapor for my ideal of “beauty” will proably change within my own life time which is ironic when you compare the actual theme of beauty surpassing time, which in turn is a sort of guideline i want to follow. i WANT to change my perception of the beautiful and this new understanding of how everything is beautiful. they say knowledge is power, but knowledge without understanding and compassion is nothing i believe.  about 60 percent of the painting is done but its been 2 months of free time and i dont feel like i have accomplished enough, when i work on a piece and get stuck on a portion, stuck meaning i am undicided to the direction a certian piece will go and i loose interest, i usually have to work on another part of the painting that i find interest in to keep on a roll and finish the work.  so right now im stuck because i have to paint over a part that is too large and inpedes on another part of the painting, the morning sun rays stretch out too far into the mid day sun’s portion of the piece.  so now im having to paint over the parts i am cutting short in base paint which is no fun at all making long work out of the redo.  but as i finish up with this entry i have put the last coat on the fixup and now i thing i have an idea of what to do for the part i was stuck on so maybe i can finish the work soon. who knows with my luck ill get stuck somewhere else, but thats life.