Sunday, 31 October 2010

Wednesday, 27 October 2010

I can’t sleep when I think about the times we’re living in,
I can’t sleep when I think about the future I was born into,
Outsiders dressed up like Sunday morning,
With no Berlin wall what the hell you gonna do.

It’s a New Year,
I’m glad to be here
It’s a fresh spring,
So let’s sing.

In 2080
I’ll surely be dead
So don’t look ahead,
Never look ahead

And the moon shines bright
On the water tonight
So we won’t drown
In the summer sound.

If you find me I’ll be sitting by the water fountain,
Picket signs, letdowns, meltdown it’s Monday morning
But it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
It’s alright,
Cause in no time, They’ll be gone I guess I’ll still be standing here.

Yeah Yeah we can all grab at the chance and be handsome farmers,
Yeah you can have twenty one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters,
And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us.
We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests.


God, please have mercy on us
and let us reach the year 2080 with your blessing
and our changed attitude towards your planet.

Wednesday, 20 October 2010

sneak peek
full painting..later when i have a better camera

the (unfinished) highest view in my room
(artist study)

Sunday, 17 October 2010

I'm looking for a home, where the wheels are turning
Home, why I keep returning
Home, where my world is breaking in two
Home, with the neighbors fighting
Home, always so exciting
Home, were my parents telling the truth?
Home, such a funny feeling
Home, no one ever speaking
Home, with our bodies touching
Home, and the cameras watching
Home, will infect whatever you do
Where home, comes to life from out of the blue

Home- David Byrne & Brian Eno

Thursday, 14 October 2010

grandparents' wall.
never gets tired looking at it.
im gonna have this one day in my own house.

Friday, 8 October 2010

this morning i woke up with weird, weird thought.
literally as soon as i opened my eyes,
i defined a tiny little bit of reality.
and it makes me happy.

Tuesday, 5 October 2010

Out of the night that covers me, black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thanks whatever gods may be,for my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of fate, my head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears, looms but the horror of the shade, and yet, the menace of the years finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishment the scroll,
I am the master of my fate - I am the captain of my soul.

-Nelson Mandela's Invictus

Saturday, 2 October 2010

Don't you know that
Rome wasn't built in a day?