Wet cement

Source Unknown

Creep street

Images via Stylestalker and Jamie Parkhurst 

Linear longitude

Ryan Tatar, Unknown, Wolfgang Bloch

An alliance with the sun

Cosmic slide

Ron Church

You are just a a blade of grass in this grand universe

(Fashiontoast, unkown, Neil Krug, retrieved form Oracle Fox)

Waiting for the salty water to cover up my ears

Photo by friend Patrick Von Lloyd

I see a spark in the making

Dance with me just one more time

Fisher of men

Where the fuck is summer?

Where did my body go, where did I leave it?

Life is a jungle

Hiatus

If you want to live your life in a creative way, as an artist, you have to not look back too much. You have to be willing to take whatever you’ve done and whoever you were and throw them away. What are we, anyway? Most of what we think we are is just a collection of likes and dislikes, habits, patterns. At the core of what we are is our values, and what decisions and actions we make reflect those values. That is why it’s hard doing interviews and being visible: As you are growing and changing, the more the outside world tries to reinforce an image of you that it thinks you are, the harder it is to continue to be an artist, which is why a lot of times, artists have to go, “Bye. I have to go. I’m going crazy and I’m getting out of here.” And they go and hibernate somewhere. Maybe later they re-emerge a little differently.

Steve Jobs, Playboy 1985