Memories of a time past.

Just downloaded two my morning jacket albums.. Ready for the 45 minute drive to the restaurant. Driving in our truck in my old seat I sat in all the time.. Before I had a car. We all have our unspoken places in the car. Mine is right behind the passenger seat. I like sitting on the right side of the car when im not driving.. I think unconsciously it's because I an better able to analyze what the driver is doing. I can see the gauges, our speed, gas level ect.. I can see how much the driver Is moving the steering wheel so as to know what to expect.. But anyway back to my old seat.. Being here again reminds me of back than especially because I'm doing what I'd do in the seat normally.. I'd plug into my iPod.. Before hand I did it more so as to avoid conversations and the annoyances of my sisters whether they were fighting or just being irritating.. My parents were going through a rough patch most of my growing up.. My dad drives aggressively and my mom gets car sick easily which lead to many arguments in the car. This was a big reason why I lost myself from the car into my world of music.. I didn't have to hear everything.. I would keep my eyes down so as not to see angry frustrated movements, wide open mouths, obviously speaking angrily.. Things have gotten better since than.. It's not frequent like it was than.. It'll still creep out every now And than mainly when there are other annoyances such as the girls fighting and moms nausea.. That's not the reason I do it today.. I do it today to pass the time and avoid that godawful alleged music my sisters convince my parents to play.. But it brings back the memories of another time.

Ironical Irony.

My dad grew up in Brooklyn NY. My dad and I have never had a great relationship. Admittedly it has gotten better in recent years, but we still can not see eye to eye on anything, but maybe we do see eye to eye more than we let on to or realize. He is definitely a left brain person whereas I use more of my right. In layman's terms, he thinks mechanically and conservatively (to a degree) whereas I think creatively and liberally. He doesn't understand that part of me, well I suppose you can say to a degree he understands, but doesn't really support that ideology. Just as I understand to a degree the way his mind works, but don't favor it. We both are arrogant. We both want people to see our way. This is where our conflict stems. We can't see things the way the other does, because it's not how our respective minds work. I hated him growing up. He expected too much of me. He expects too much of everyone. He expects everyone to automatically think the way he does and therefore do things exactly as he would. I always failed him, sometimes it was because I was being lazy, a lot of the times it was because I had no idea of what I was supposed to be doing or how I was supposed to be doing it. I always told myself I would never be him. I see a lot of him in me. People tell me I'm a lot like him. I suppose when it comes down to it our persona is quite similar. It's just the way we go about it that's different. I spent the greater portion of last Friday in a place called Williamsburg Brooklyn. Not too far off form where my pops stomping grounds were. Williamsburg is a fantastic little place. Especially for my type of people (creative, artistic, thinking, arrogant, stubborn people with some sense of fashion). I absolutely loved it. All day I couldn't get it out of my mind though that I thought it was ironical that I could love a place so close to the place, in fact in the same borough, as my father, the one I disliked so much growing up. Which is when it hit me that perhaps I do have more in common with my dad than I thought. I won't parent like he did. That I swear to you. His parenting definitely took a toll on me and my mind. I can't say I'd be the person I am today though had it not happened this way. Maybe I've been looking at the situation all wrong all this time. Truthfully he does have good qualities, but honestly the bad overpower his good ones. Maybe he hates this life we have to live in this cursed world as much as I do. Maybe he just doesn't let on to it as I do so openly. Maybe he does and doesn't realize how much he does. Maybe I'm crazy. Who knows, who knows?

The Problems of a Problematic World.

Open your damn eyes. The people of society today all have their eyes closed. This frustrates me to a great extent. The kind of extent that makes me not want to be a part of this damned society. Everyone pretends. They live their life in complete and total naivety. Will you use that amazing thing encapsulated in your skull for one moment. I realize it hurts to do so, to see what life is today in its raw form. I understand that, but this is what we live in. This is the way things are, and if you can't and won't let yourself see that than you don't deserve to be here. You can distract yourself all you want but don't pretend. Don't pretend everything is ok and that life isn't completely unfair and random. Because that's what it is. We are all a bag of cells with an expiration date. Granted we have a higher purpose than 8/10ths of the population doesn't know of. That will be fulfilled at a later date, Until than all we have is to contribute to that purpose. But we are all alone. We come into this world alone and go out of it alone. Even if we die next to the person we love, we all die with our own ideals and perceptions and way of living that is unique to us, which in the end equals to us being one sole alone person. Stop pretending people. Stop.

Just a little paragraph I found to share my ideals.

Boiled down, these trips we're on are precariously short. They are magically abrupt, truncated briefings on the bigger pictures that we'll only get to step back from long, long after we can do anything about them. We won't be able to pull out the frame. We won't be able to tuck at the corners. We'll not be able to make ourselves look better in the photographs taken to recall these days. We'll not be able to take ourselves out of any of these photographs, nor will we be able to insert the people into them that we really wished were there at the times that we needed them to be there, or wanted them to be there. These are the heroic, solitary journeys that are done quietly, without so much as a hello or goodbye, just those footnotes that we give them. If only we were allowed some mulligans or given the chance to do a little editing, heaven help us. We'd make something spectacular out of these spare parts and these wild, flaying brambles. We are left out here with our limps, our eyes, our hearts and some spare change and we're supposed to get around on our own. We're supposed to figure it all out. We're supposed to find the right words to be said to the person or people in our lives who deserve all the right words being said to them. We're supposed to figure out the appropriate people to place our love in and we're to do so in a goddamn hurry. We're not supposed to mess it up over and over. We're supposed to get brighter and we're supposed to figure it out - figure out how to be right, to not feel broken all the time and how to makes others feel right and not so broken all of their time.

Societies Media Deception.

I hate society and the media there within. I really do. Here is the stupid part though, to me media is a necessary evil. I can't tell you I refuse to watch television, because i don't. I actually embrace it. I use it as a way to pass time and take my mind off of the evils of life. I watch others fake lives and make believe for the time that its real. Their problems become the focus of that time instead of our own. At least for me anyway. Its a corruption of our minds though. In essence its a brainwashing. It tells us that the dramatized fake realities are normal. It tells us those dramatized lives are reality, when in reality they are not. I watch television knowing this is happening to me. I hate that this is what television does. Media tells us its absolutely necessary to have a counterpart no matter how old you are. This is not true. I believe people need to discover themselves before they embark on a journey with another. Media corrupts this truth though and tells us, no you need a person of the opposite sex to venture life with, always. In turn we watch this through the media and it develops a sort of peer pressure. We feel the need to relate and follow the norm of media. It's interesting. People don't realize television brainwashes them. The government is interesting. I love how hypocritical the government is. I love how hypocritical everyone is. Media is a distraction from real life and it corrupts minds, but we watch it anyways. To bring this fact out is the sole purpose if this post.

Painting the Film

I've had this theory for a while that I've been meaning to share. Considering photography to be an art form has long been debated. I have my own view on this as all do. Personally, I am a photographer, I am a creative and artistic individual. First to dive in to this discussion we must first come to common ground on what "art" is. Merriam-Webster's first definition of art is as follows, and I quote, "skill acquired by experience, study, or observation". Dictionary.com's first definition is as follows "the quality, production, expression, or realm, according to aesthetic principles, of what is beautiful, appealing, or of more than ordinary significance." By these definitions there is no argument that photography can be called art. It also can be called just that, photography. Though it depends on the photographer and his shots. It really is a matter of opinion. I must say though, I have seen many beautiful shots from a camera. Dare I say more beautiful than some famous paintings, which no one dares to say painting is no art form. Some may say, though, photography can be considered art, sure, a lazy man's art. A machine does the work for you! I have a further argument though. Just the way a painter composes his painting, a photographer composes his shot. The only difference? A painter makes the composition from scratch, a photographer has to work with what he is given and make it beautiful. He arranges what he is given in front of him and works himself around that to compose a beautiful shot. Is that easier than placing subjects on the canvas exactly where you want them? It's just different. A painter is a specific type of person, just as a writer is. We are all creative individuals, we simply work with our creative tendencies in different ways, different mediums. Is painting hard work? Sure it is! It takes a lot of hard work, whether mixing colors to perfection, or emulating the real world through paint, it most certainly is work. I argue though, that photography is not easier. Sure you have a device that "paints" for you, but arranging the elements in the shot is the difficult part. Yes anyone can take a picture. But that's what separates an artistic photographer from just any one clicking a camera. Remember our definitions? If someone studies photography, with the goal of producing aesthetically pleasing photographs, it in effect becomes art. When forced not to create on canvas something aesthetically pleasing, but arrange elements in front of you photography becomes work. It becomes art.

The Inevitable Algorithm of Life.

Would you my reader like to know the algorithm of life? Well today I'm offering just that. The price? Minutes of your time and the reading of this post. Yes that's it folks. Quite the deal we have here. Jump on it before its too late. Well you see, life is not like a freaking box of chocolates. If it were I would be quite happy. I rarely ever pick up a chocolate i dislike out of those variety boxes. Life is very much not that way. You see life is actually like a rollercoaster. The ups and downs. It always, and I don't care who disagrees with this statement, fools, it ALWAYS goes this way. You get to the top and things are going great. The sun is there, you are on top of your game, everything is seeming to go your way. Nothing can get you down, You are on top of the world! The negatives of life fade to the back as if transparent. And than just like that. They all come crashing to the foreground of everything. Yes that's right, you are descending the rail at the speed of light it seems. You come to the bottom and everything seems to plateau. Everything still sucks, but hey at least its steady.. And you inevitably begin to ascend again and things get better and better until once again you are at the top .. Awaiting the great inevitable fall once again. Sometimes the drop isn't as far as other times. But this is the algorithm of life. I've figured it out.

Thoughts From A Creative Mind About Creativity.

Hello all, indeed it has again been some time since my last post. I apologize yet again. Tonight I sat down and said I want to blog. So I pop open blogger and hit new post. To my dismay a topic of discussion eludes me. So I sit and think of a topic. I realize the topic of creativity is an interesting one so I decide to go with that, but as i write this, I'm finding more appealing the analysis of my lack of a discussion point. Usually A topic is ready and willing to jump from my brain to the letters on a page. Why this time have I not something to talk about? At least immediately not, as usual. I find the idea that perhaps the recent happenings in my life might by chance be involved in the lack of things to complain about. Which is a good thing I suppose. But does this mean my blog will suffer? I think not. I think perhaps I'm just used to writing about things I dislike, when in fact I can write about good things in life.. Like the recent Lunar Eclipse to coincide with the winter solstice. This hasn't happened since 1638.. What a privilege! NASA reports it wont happen again until 2094. Maybe I'll catch it again than.. Assuming I live until 103. Anyhow, that is a topic for another discussion. Back to the lack of things to complain about. Things have been quite good recently. I'm starting to see my path in the art world. When realizing this was the industry that was meant for me, a huge wave of relief fell upon me. I had no idea of where to go, what i wanted to do, or what I really was good at as far as a career path. I'm naturally a creative person, unfortunately I was raised in a house with a lack of appreciation for the arts. So I never realized how much I loved the arts until fairly recently. With this realization spawned the desire to go to school for it. It has made me quite happy. My art is starting to become appreciated. My artwork is in its infancy stages and of course that means not a lot of people have seen it, but of the little who have, most I understand to see great potential in it. Which of course makes me happy. In addition to this I've befriended someone. Yes, Ill answer your question, it is a female. -Laughing to himself-. She is quite a person. She uses her brain, which is becoming less and less common. She is bit of a dork like myself, which is something I find appealing. That quirky sense of humor and appreciation for deeper things. She is an analyst like myself, but does not go too far in over-analyzing. Which can be quite a tricky thing to do. I think the thing I love the most though is that she understand how my mind works, and thinks very similarly. This is huge to me. I never thought I'd find someone who fully comprehended myself and how I think, But I think I have now. She certainly has been making me quite happy, and I believe will continue to do so. Thus the lack of things to complain about. Anyhow now that I've reached a point of analysis that I feel answers my question let us proceed to the topic of creativity. Creativity is an interesting thing. God is the foremost creative entity, and us being made in his image must mean we all have a degree of creativity in us. Of course we are all diverse and have different amounts of our qaulities. That being said, people who posses a little more creativity and act upon it I will call creative people. I think curiosity and creativity compliment eachother but are not required to posses one or the other. A curious person dives deeper into things, he longs to understand. A creative person sees more than the average person, he sees colors, shades, textures and shapes. Both think a little deeper than average, thus are in a way similar. On the subject of creativity and the arts. A creative person is not necessarily artistic, but more often than not, the creativity is nurtured in this facet. Creative people in my opinion think differently than less than creative people. With all of the sensory stimuli, other people do not acknowledge, comes a different way of seeing the world and consequently an altered way of thinking. I believe most creative people to be liberal minded. I think it takes an open mind to see the world the way creative people do. It's against the norm. No matter what people say, there most certainly is a central idea in society of how to view life. Creative people break free of that view and strive to understand life on their own independent terms. Their independent view usually shines forth in their work, as they strive to share their veiws with others, who they see as lost. I enjoy my unique view of life.

The Pains of Perception.

Indeed it is I, Christopher, back from my hiatus which i sincerely apologize for, and will say for now will not happen again for a bit, I'm going to try to stay dedicated to keeping this updated and again I sincerely apologize. I'm here now for a special reason though. I'd like to heal myself through words, and i most certainly hope you do not feel used, far be that from the case. I'd like to talk about that quote on the top of the page. To perceive is to suffer - penned by one of mans great thinkers Aristotle. These five words have the power of a thousand. Perception to some, may simply mean how one sees and understands something. But if we really break down what perception is, it is far deeper than that simple definition. You see perception is everything we see and come to realize and acknowledge. Its how we see things and as different individuals we all have different levels and ways of perception. Some "better", some "worse", some false, some true. Those who see things for what they really are usually pained by what they see. Those clouded by false perceptions are usually content and happy. After all whats that famous adage? "Ignorance is bliss" is that it? In addition to this our intuition is shaped from our perception. From this intuition we see things further which can be upsetting at times, but hey the truth hurts sometimes, right? I still can't figure out which side is better.. I love who I am and what i perceive but it hurts a lot. As a take-away I am awarded with a unique way of seeing the world and because of this, beautiful words of recognition. Also I posses an appreciation for aesthetics most lack. But is this better than blissfully residing in ignorance? I suppose it is what it is, and we all will use our personal condition to the full. The result? .....

The eyes of many see none of which are
The trepidation of truth
Sitting on a high throne from afar


Though there be few with opened eyes
Pained by sorrowful factuality
We not deceive ourselves with lies
But see what be in actuality

This be what seperate us from them
Happiness and Sadness
The place where fact and fiction stem

My Mondrian

Piet Mondrian was a famous dutch painter. His artwork, most know, is characterized by cubism. His work, though part of a movement at the time, is in my opinion highly original. His compositions with Black lines and colors within the squares or rectangles is genius. Though to many it may be thought to be extremely simplistic, and not worthy of any credit. To thinkers, such as myself, there is much to be credited to Mondrian. To balance this work is genius in itself. Its not just lines, four-sided shapes, and colors, there is a major balance between all the elements, that one could easily overstep in either direction. But Mondrian finds a way to balance it all perfectly. The world is made of nothing but shapes, And Mondrian knew this. This is why cubism as a movement is extremely credible and indefinitely intriguing. The artist deconstructs a subject and reassembles its shapes abstractly and yet elegantly. Picasso, Another well know Mexican artist Pioneered this movement. Cubism. Genius. Dare I to imitate Mondrian? I do. Its not quite balanced as perfectly as his, but its a step in the right direction i believe. Enjoy.

My Wallpaper-

I've Created this as a wallpaper and decided to share with you all. Enjoy!

Needle In The Dark

"With progress comes problems.
With wisdom comes age.
With lessons come learning.
With pleasure comes pain.

You can only have the sunshine,
after the rain."

Intro to: Needle In The Dark
By: Passenger

Superficial Facade

This disgusting pathetic excuse for a world we live in. Humanity has taken imperfection to new levels over and over again. I loathe this Ecosphere so many have come to view as normalcy. How is this normal? I implore you to answer me this. It is not. Simply stated. But so many are so blinded to this fact. They've come to accept it and simultaneously let it mold them unknowingly. I am repulsed by the fact that so many, even those who have understanding, live such self centered holier than thou lives. I suppose though, this is how most have chosen to cope with this foul putrid life we have. I choose not to blind myself however. The reality is this life is horrible. Its been getting worse and worse and will continue that way until deliverance is at hand. But i still am surprised, even though i shouldn't be, as to the fact that even those closest to you are such self centered attention hogging holier than thou fools. Everyone is out for themselves, and while they'll care a little about you and your life, this is only due to the fact that they still see value in you, to use you. I must admit this may be a little dramatized, but the golden truth is found within this melodramatic exaggeration. People really are out for themselves and there really are few who genuinely care. Oh how i hunger for a different world.

This is the sword i call Truth.

ConGRADulations

Another day

The Storm

Life is a storm my young friend, you will bask in the sunlight one moment be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes. You must look into the storm as you shout as you did in Rome. Do your worst, for I will do mine. Then the Fates will know you as we know you, as a man.

-To each thy own.

Logical Concepts of Time and Space

--- Start Transmission ---
--6:50 P.M. 6/8/10--
Life is a series of cycles.
Up and down.
Good and bad.
Is life bad with good moments, or good with bad?
Is your glass half empty of half full?
This anathema.
Forget it.
Understanding this predicament is futile.
Understanding is within the eye of the beholder.
--- End Transmission ---
--6:56 6/8/10--

Simplistic Beauty

I love this of the bee! Click on the picture to blow it up.. Simply Beautiful.

With this picture i was trying to convey that there is beauty amongst the most chaotic surroundings.

Dia Dos

Today was a fair day.. I could have had a little less overcast and a little more sun but hey it probably hit around 80 so how can I complain??? $o as you probably guessed, I am here to share some more Photos with you.. Tell me whatcha think! :) ttys

Picture Perfect..

So Recently.. (today) .. I bought a new camera. A Nikon D90 to be precise, and might I say, I am Thoroughly pleased with my purchase. Its design is elegant as its performance is exquisite. Naturally i decided to take some pictures.. and now.. I am here to share with you my first workings with this device.. and believe me.. there will be plenty more to come. So now, I am pleased to present to you, the workings i like to call - Beginning -