Dignified in what they do

and always unaware of what's to come

so we ask of what's next to come

when green is the color of our envy

and it's the color of our face

so why not write it down, only to scream it out?

Just remember you'll never be the same.

Fear is the color we've all exposed

now we have to get out there

and prove the importance

of the clothes we pose

again and again

we are the hard-core superstars

by far we are the ultimate stars

do you want to be a superstar?

Because that is what you are

You are going to be a star.

Weaver 2012....

Another clutter piece, this time with a more multi-hued touch! Whoot, whoot, is this my version of 2012….?

This is my sister, Gail and I as we pretend to be Robot Gods. Robots don’t control us anymore we have power over them. Nope that’s strange… I came upon this scheme, when my boyfriend tried to convince me he saw a flying spaceship when he lived in Guam. :/

I don’t know if I believe him, because he won’t give any more details to the chronicle, besides “I saw a spaceship, and I don’t want to tell you anymore.” 

You know Matthew; I should have posted your head in this picture. Mmmm… what a happy rainy day.  

Free Fallin, and Free Living.

Love is a feeling, Love is a feeling I crave. Love, is the one sentiment we should never regret, hide or try to explain. Naturally we fall in love, love is pain. Love and its glory are here to fill our veins. The resonance of love is calling names, respect love for what we gain. We are in love and I am in love. I could promise so much, but all you need is true love, unconditional true love. Every time I look up, I am tamed. I am truly blessed to live in a world of creativity, deviation and variations of strength. I'm here to conquer. I'm here to discover. I'm here, first and foremost to learn about me, what I love, and what I deserve. I want to grasp poise within my hands. How do I fight fire with words and understand? Shelter my life with respect and moral? Love, what shall I teach and what shall I demand? I can't worry, I can't pretend, I listen, live and let it happen and in the end love is my power, love is my death, love is my friend. I will not leave until I've fallen in love over and over again.

This is some of my sister’s photography; I just want to show her proficiency in color and lighting. Her figure of imagination is unbelievable….

My sister caught me at work with my back up against the wall. I have nowhere to go, I have to fight this.... I want a better job!

The world and It's fibs. Undress before my eyes.

Unveiling and reveling as if I didn't know already that this world is a funny lie. It's humorous.

It's humorous how everyone has the same tongue, yet we all fight to use it in so many different and explorative ways.

We encourage consumption of completely original thought, and let unity digress.

Rather than stay any place long enough to flourish fully, we skip from stone to stone until each one is submerged, buried and forgotten.

We could be seduced however, we have been spoon fed that train of thought, as long as most can remember.

It's this culture, it's this country, and those who generated it and strive to disperse it as if we have reentered another "manifest destiny." That's to say if we ever finished the first.

Partial blame is accredited on our behalf for being so easily seduced. :)

Smiling too big.

Here is one of my first hodgepodge pictures. I found this cut and past Photoshop thing to incredibly hard and frustrating. I’m not sure if Photoshop was out to get me or if I’m not wired mentally to cut and paste different photos on to other photos, but Photoshop got me bad. I was almost irritated enough to throw a shoe at my sister for making me feel like an idiot, because she helped me do this photo creation and she isn’t even in the class. My sister has a photo genius skill, which sometimes makes her think her and her silly brain language with the computer is better than me or what, or something? Anyways, after a long time sweating and a bagel or two I finally completed this cut and paste photo of my friend Gail, (who I must mention will be a bridesmaid if I ever marry) I took her face and covered it was a rubber duck. It’s a big syntax on my part, because I hate ducks and I love Gail… so the picture doesn’t have any significant meaning, besides the fact that it’s really funny and insulting to Gail, and to me, because I would never smile or laugh this big next to a duck. Yep…. I’m happy for my accomplishment and I shall eat cheesecake for celebration. :)

Perfect, now as the story carries on, I thought I should give you a real picture of my friend Gail on the left and my little sister on the right. Two very pretty girls, who think they have sexy bottoms, but these two devourer sex appeal no way, no how… Really these two are the most modest chickens in the world, and they could care less about whose butt is sexier, so instead, to be weird they each let me take a picture of them and their rear ends, and I tried as much as possible to make them as bootyliscous as possible on Photoshop, and this is what happened. I cut, I pasted their photo poses next to one another and I’ll let you be the judge. I hope this is appropriate, but I don’t care even if it’s not. Take it easy girls; I hear Chingy’s coming to town? Fo reeel.

Attention is direction.

Aha! Picture this… I would say a middle aged man, Irish maybe? Who looks strict, primed and shrewd on which way life precedes? Black and white, for a more discreet look. The black and white touch leaves our attention hooked. It darkens the substance and lets the contrast play the biggest part; his freckles shoot out as the picture displays every attention of his facial art.

Direction, yes this man faces the similar attention we all look upon, which direction do I go and which shoes do I put on??

I pick poetry when I look into the soul of his eyes, he speaks millions through his sensitive glass, he lips remain shut, but it’s what you disguise and improvise to be your intuition and reflection… so I read… from this man…Direction is effortless, direction is mindless, direction is a figure of speech and it’s up to the feet, to decide which way we keep, and which way we defeat. :)