lies
Posted: June 8th, 2006, 12:02 am
embelish the vocabualry
the ground, the value
the process, my relationship with the story I am trying to tell, the textures, the mark making, the energy, the emotional charge, creating from with in,
i attempted to show the body the spirit the mind, artists statement"i started to write and draw after beeing severely deprived of anything that meant anything to a basic human being, so i went within, because being where i lived really did me no justice"
i listen and i think about the lies
the lies i told to get thru school, the lies i told so i did not have to go to school, and the lies i told so that the teachers and other students would get off my back.
it is kind of a language, the lie, the artist telling a tale about a painting that more than likely was influenced by a spiritual event that perhaps regular folks could not see it at all.
when you can see, they treat you like you escaped from the disabilities office.
i resemble that remark
here comes the big yellow bus
i love them and Ilove thier art
what i see is that what the teacher says to me in private
about having my own style and that how i see things is diifferent from other people as a compliment
but today it doesn t feel the same
i watch this one girl as she speaks the language
but it seems so alien to me
we live in different worlds
she is nice
but she is from another planet
i live near people from russia, tibet and mexico, and italy
all in one block
i think she only lives near white people and does not know any other kind of people.
thats ok
i am an indian
i dont like cowboys much, but sometimes it is fun to ride horses with them
maybe i just need to go to sleep
it is only three of four more days and i am free
for the summer
i painted a self portrait
there is a tee pee on one side and smoke signals and blue mountains on the other
syllepsis
maybe
i guess that ya got to be real to understand what it feels ike to lie
who is cheated? me you us
the ground, the value
the process, my relationship with the story I am trying to tell, the textures, the mark making, the energy, the emotional charge, creating from with in,
i attempted to show the body the spirit the mind, artists statement"i started to write and draw after beeing severely deprived of anything that meant anything to a basic human being, so i went within, because being where i lived really did me no justice"
i listen and i think about the lies
the lies i told to get thru school, the lies i told so i did not have to go to school, and the lies i told so that the teachers and other students would get off my back.
it is kind of a language, the lie, the artist telling a tale about a painting that more than likely was influenced by a spiritual event that perhaps regular folks could not see it at all.
when you can see, they treat you like you escaped from the disabilities office.
i resemble that remark
here comes the big yellow bus
i love them and Ilove thier art
what i see is that what the teacher says to me in private
about having my own style and that how i see things is diifferent from other people as a compliment
but today it doesn t feel the same
i watch this one girl as she speaks the language
but it seems so alien to me
we live in different worlds
she is nice
but she is from another planet
i live near people from russia, tibet and mexico, and italy
all in one block
i think she only lives near white people and does not know any other kind of people.
thats ok
i am an indian
i dont like cowboys much, but sometimes it is fun to ride horses with them
maybe i just need to go to sleep
it is only three of four more days and i am free
for the summer
i painted a self portrait
there is a tee pee on one side and smoke signals and blue mountains on the other
syllepsis
maybe
i guess that ya got to be real to understand what it feels ike to lie
who is cheated? me you us