on this day that the world should end

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writings mean quite a deal when we’ve got something to lose. 
they can anchor, 
confine,
define, 
fragment, 
supplement, 
and lift us higher. 

on this day that the world should end, 
all i see is the frenzy;
manageable,
trackable, 
intact,
compact, 
and altogether typical. 

the blessing on this day that the world should end, 
the dressing of this day is; 
is in it’s satin, 
is in it’s silks, 
it’s milky tone, 
it’s boldness in cold,
it’s warmth in sight, 
these blessing are the snow flurries that are reigning in the night. 

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what it takes.

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i’ve been calm and unnerved.
i’ve been pull under and through.
i’ve held the corse and slightest touch.
i’ve held the simple and everlasting joy.

i’ve never been caught by the mornings first breathe.
i’ve never been chosen outside of arrest.
i’ve never held hair spun of gold.
i’ve never held a heart not jealous.

i can be rattled when my skin is in the game.
i can be rattled when my kin is in the game.
i will wield potential like its mighty.
i will wield compassion to a like soul.

i cannot be dismayed by whispers of lies.
i cannot be conquered by wiles with no heart.
i will not be disingenuous with my time at your expense.
i will not be torn down or dismantled by egos of any stripe.

but i will fold like scented paper at the mention of any fashion of attraction.

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luna llena

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To be in Your Wishes

it can be time travel
to be in your glances.
i see the many things that can,
should and would be.

i clutch them weary of the misery
and the torrent bound to unfold,
as i try to convince you
of all the could be.

we could be two kids
in the hall,
singing a hearty tune
echoing quite nicely.

i could be just as you
want me,
with books across my walls,
and everything where it ought to be.

the matter at hand,
makes us both tremble.
for any dreams to be seen,
in your wishes i’ll have to be.

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Before my Father

Abuelita

Hr. Zuniga

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Before my Mother

Lencha

Papo

More to come. Stay tuned.

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O’ Muse Always Stirring. O’ Body Unlearned and Burning.

Most artists know the the pain of starting something new. The blank canvas, the raw wood, the block of earth, the quiet room: they are a haunting lack of presence. The fear of failure never seems so prevalent when you’re staring at the blank. Its very unsettling to have the compulsion to create only to be halted by insecurity. This insecurity mostly comes from lack of confidence in ones own work, that what you create won’t be understood or more accurately that your work fails to true represent what you feel. To
combat that insecurity, you practice. The idea of practice generally leads to concentration on the details. One usually starts developing the details, intensely. So one becomes master of one thing, a specialist. The modern artist can easily be drawn delicately into a corner by itself. Like so.

It means absolutely nothing to me. But its easy. One dimensional. Lifeless. While this delicacy will eventually shine in more dear works, its effortlessness is frustrating. Why can’t I summon the courage to do that when I want. How do I link my hand and my heart? ‘The big picture’, a haunting common phrase, is my judge. It hold’s me to a creedo that demands everything and promises absolutely nothing. As I am a selfish man I will do very little when promised nothing. When I speak of getting a return, I’m not asking for acknowledgement, accolade, and definitely not money: I am speaking about continuity and clarity. The big picture will not allow such a thing. To force the habit…to force the big picture out, or at least a bigger one, can be possible. Teacher’s think this can be taught. They start with shape recognition, which is exactly like learning how to read. We read by shapes; of words, numbers, and even sentences. Image vocabulary is very important for an artist, both in absorption and association. This allows you to pull out what you see and feel more readily, very important in brain storming and initial sketches.

What do you see?

The next logical step, though a very difficult one, is bravery with color. Lay it on thick. Be wild. Be deliberate. This stage is a commitment to the image. Think impressionist, very concerned about capturing a moment of time. Think Lucian Freud, concerned about connecting with the flesh on and outside the canvas.

Man

As maturation is reckless without goals both physical and mental, I am seeking a new regimen to mature as an artist. Two things are guiding me; the painters maxim “generalize often and use every color”, and a simple but obtainable body of work. As sort of a new years resolution, I plan to paint on portrait a week for the next year to be featured here(allowing two weeks reprieve). Somewhat inspired by the movie Julia & Julia, but mostly from the following portrait of my dear friend Lindsey.

Three colors on a post-it note. Simple and direct. I hope to carry this idea forward graduating to 4×4 canvas panels and more than three colors. Even If I only accomplish half of my goal (25), that is a decent body of work and hours of practice. So wish me luck as I move forward with this project, and I wish luck for your new years endeavors and patience for those task that last longer than a year.

Happy New Years

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