Or S.A.W.I.P. If you will.....lol nvm
I've been sick for a couple of days so naturally I've been drawing and painting away. Working on these adorable buntings! I've got a video in the works to show a good amount of my process as well. I'll post that tomorrow around noon for your Sunday fun. Until then, enjoy this sneak peak shot and I hope everyone is having a great weekend. Don't get sick!
Does anyone remember when Goku was traveling to Namek and training up to 100x increased gravity to beat Frieza?
It looks to be customary for me to pop in here and say "oh gee wow! i haven't posted in a while" which is terrible and yet still happening. I'm not going to pepper you with whispers of sweet nothings by telling you that i'm going to post on a more regular basis. I'll try but I won't guarantee that. Life happens too fast and before you we all know it, years have passed and beards have grown and wrinkles have appeared. However, such is the nature of the beast, life has been constantly and unfailingly moving forward and quite the changes are being put into place and it's all exciting but time consuming. I'm working on a stronger hold on my duties in the companies i'm working with. As a stronger foundation is made, more fun is to be had, so cheers to the future.
What's going on with the website? Great question, me!
As it turns out i'm using this website as the best representation of who I am! Since I am working on so many things at once, not all those things can be shared and not always on the same platforms or within the same accounts. This obviously makes it difficult to find everything I'm working on. So this is pretty much a website and blog of all the things that I'm working on... to be completely redundant.
You'll be able to see my watercolor paintings and the occasional acrylic. I'll be posting my design illustrations as well. SE-KYU Short Films is another project I'm working on that'll basically be any kind of content creation or fun video I feel like doing. Special effects and animations included. And I still love photography so that'll occasionally pop up. There's a lot of content that will be posted here and all of it varying around a central point: Art by Me.
So enjoy all that I release and work on and send any suggestions or questions you may have!
“Well holy mothballs! Half a year has passed and I have faded away.”
About this time last year I teamed up with my buddy to create the dream. The dream being a company based on our skills that would allocate us the option to do whatever we want whenever we wanted to. What we want to do is travel and create and share with the world. After all these months of planning and working and building, Hootie Hoo Studio was created and it's been running since January. It's incredible to see it take off and worth every blood sweat and hypothetical tears to get it where it is now. This website will turn more into my watercolor adventures and some fun photography here and there. Since the company started, I took to watercolor as a venue for my own talents. My skills have increased dramatically since I've devoted all this time to it and I've fallen even more in love with the art. I can't wait to continue to explore and push the boundaries of this medium and hope you enjoy it too.
I also, alongside Richard and Slayton, have put together a music festival! The Campsite Music Festival which will be on May 19 in Johnston, South Carolina! Musicians will be playing until 2 am while yoga and live art go on throughout the evening. People will be able to set up camp and hang around a fire at leisure. There's an Outpost store inside the Barn that'll have basic supplies in case you forgot something. And allow me to repeat myself but some great music lasting all night! It's going to be incredible. Definitely worth looking into if you dig camping and music and good vibes...
I'll do my best to post more on here but we also have a scheduled blog over at Hootie Hoo that comes out every monday. Thanks for reading and enjoying.
There is a statue that reigns over the sea on a far off coast. This statue is familiar with the area having been transported to many different homes throughout its existence. After a rough year in the back of an ally with no sunlight and deep desperation for the acknowledgment and interactions from people of substance, this statue was taken. A local merchant wanted to borrow the statue for a grand opening for his new shop. Now resting close the sea the statue had a new role and found she enjoyed it very much. People passed by her and commented how beautiful she was, locals would come to the shop and always greet the statue while some artist even came to sketch and paint the way the light shone off her stone.
A year passes and she has moved to the side of the cliff. She now overlooks the coast and all those from the town and sea can see her; and she gets to enjoy the ocean waves splashing up the cliff showering her with blissful water. She loves her new spot but she no longer shines for beauty. She's become so popular that the merchant started using her as a destination. The statue began to hold signs for offers and ads for other merchants, people would now sit while someone painted them next to her; the merchant tried to make money off her any chance he could. She doesn't mind the new difficulties because the merchant has given her such a great location and she feels valuable again.
A couple years pass.
A young boy walks to the side of the cliff and rests in the grass overlooking the shore. The breeze tussles his amber hair and he closes his eyes in appreciation for the weather. He cocks his head to the side and notices a hand sticking out of a pile of rubbish. With curiosity flowing through him like adrenaline he jumps up and trots over to investigate. He finds old banners and signs and hats and jackets all scattered and tossed around. After removing most of it he comes face to face with the statue. She is barely noticeable. The waves she loved so much battered her down after the years, the people she loved so much used her up, the merchant that saved her had turned her into a glorified bulletin board and trash pile. The boy saw only sadness molded into her face and wondered if she used to have a smile.
Feeling heartbroken, the boy took down all the trash and cleaned up her area. Once he finished they stared at each other for an immeasurable amount of time for words that cannot be spoken were being exchanged. The boy walked up and hugged the statue and whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry we wore you down. It wasn't on purpose but I'm still sorry."
“nothin”
I got a chance to make coffee at home this morning and so I decided to do some writing along with that gift. I wandered downstairs this morning with a yawn on my lips and pop in my bones. Made it to the kitchen just in time for the Yawn-Stretch Combo to happen. Spotted a bag of Yunan coffee, which happens to be from China, and did a little jig to the grinder. Hips swaying to an imaginative song in my head. Eventually that imaginary song turned into Everything by Atmosphere. Song's jammin. Water's heating. Coffee's grinding. Head's bobbing. Feet tapping. Grinding finished. Water's done. Steam's rising. Coffee's dripping. Aromas' dancing. And the job is done. First sip is like a gift from the universe; warmth, love, energy, flavor, & happiness shared through a liquid. We don't deserve such things as beautiful as specialty coffee. Centuries of perfected agriculture on perfected locations to a single surface area of a coffee farm, added to the years of perfected roasting machines and software and roasting styles come together in magical harmony inside a mug.
Silence rings out after the coffee is finished. It's a comforting song that sits on everything like a weighted blanket. It presents itself to my mind like a blank white board where I toss my thoughts and arrange them to spend a closer look. It, too, is a great gift. Quiet and slow mornings are oases in an otherwise hectic morning, traditionally. Both offer different things, the quiet & slow provides patience but can easily get boring; the hectic mornings offer fast pace and a sense of work purpose. There are no moments to sit back and ponder thoughts. There is only "take care of this" and "on to the next." The key is the balance.
Oh snap! My toast is done! See ya.
“Sometimes I feel so alone that I don’t know what to do...but I don’t know why. I don’t know why. ”
It's been such a minute since I last wrote something that I've forgotten my template on these things. Fingers crossed it's still the same.
Moving forward is and should be very exciting, but at the same time it can also be very stressful, exhausting, draining, overbearing, and all other synonyms. I'm sitting at a wooden desk that cost $45 and 3 hours of effort plus a genius to actually build it. Beer glasses set up posts on this young desk, barely 24 hours old and it's been populated by empty containers. Things have a quick rhythm to their spots from the giant sketchpad with design sketches and thumbnails to the external hard drive humming to its own beat. My clipboard is littered with reminders and good morning notes and a crow feather sits atop for good luck.
If I close my eyes and slow my breathing all sounds of cafe life disappear. The espresso machine stops hissing and humming, the milk stops screaming, chairs stop dragging the floor, bathroom doors stop slamming, excited discussions from patrons fade into the distance. Suddenly it's very quiet. My ears are able to block out the noise but my mind isn't able to block out the thoughts. I'm moving forward and i'm loving every minute of it, but if I thought I was busy before, then I was wrong. As much as i try to live in the moment, I cannot help but to constantly go over what is coming next. Thoughts of future tasks rival thoughts of things forgotten. The fear of failure driving each one to make a higher claim in my brain. Which one wins is not important. The destruction they cause negates any victory.
My lungs expand to capacity. My body hunches over as air escapes through my mouth. I sigh more than I talk these days. Sometimes I don't even realize I'm doing it. It's just what I say to express what's on my mind. My life reminds me of a newbie stick-shift driver. Having to shift in between gears but not being comfortable yet. I'm switching between different modes of who I am at random times throughout the day. Learning that i don't get days off but rather moments. I'm having to ease the clutch so that there is no hard transition. I constantly force myself to smile and laugh when I don't want to; this is good, though, because it eases into a lighter mood instead of dredging down that burdened path. I'm learning how to occupy my time and not burn out. And it's a struggle but it's a willing struggle. Every night I go home happy because I know I advanced a little. Even if it really is a minuscule amount, I grew today and I will continue to grow.
To all the people that took a leap and are sitting at home staring at the ground while they holler, "WHY DID YOU DO THIS!?" inside their minds; it gets easier. If you decided to challenge your life then, FUCK YES! You made the right choice no matter what stress you have now. You aren't use to this life and that is always going to be the case. You cannot advance in life if it's something you can comfortably ease into. You have to challenge yourself and push your limits to grow and be what you want yourself to be. So keep pushing on, don't let the stress crush you. Gain experience and tackle it. You don't need to be perfect in the begging. You don't need to be perfect in the end. You simply have to do your best and keep growing.
“We do not remember days, we remember moments.”
The clock tells me it is only eleven fifty six in the morning on a rainy Sunday morning and yet it feels like it could be later or earlier at the same time. My coffee sings promises of productivity but the tray next to me shouts ideas of a contradictory sort. My desk vibrates under my arms with different stories, themes, morals, rebuttals, and jokes from many people from many places all channeling through a small box. There is flashing light providing me with assurance that I am connected to everybody in the world at a click of a Mighty Mouse. Rain pitter patters a beat across my ears showcasing different tones from the concrete to the cars and even against my office windows. Around the bend and up the stairs there sits a machine ticking away, yet failing in its duties to accurately tell me the time because it only ever says four twenty. There are plants meditating all around me that predetermined this calm and still day. There rumbles a tropical storm around my townhouse and I am thankful for this slow day. I can hardly remember the past few weeks swimming in to-do lists and responsibilities with floaties around my arms and a snorkel around my face. I am thankful for this slow day.
“It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”
April 8, 2016
Never forget the people that make you realize that you are not the sum of your flaws or the total of your vices. Always remember the people that made you feel whole and alive. And if you have the chance, do what you can to stay by those souls because they are few a far between.
As I sit in my chair with a black metal camping mug resting perfectly in between my arms with "KELTY BUILT" nicely printed on the side, a plate full of bread crumbs cast to the side for more room, a mason jar full of steam bubbles that once held coffee, a mess of nicknacks scattered around with no true destination, and a shelf of plants sitting by the window watching all the neighborhood gossip...it happens to not be the only thing I see. Floating around behind my eyes are small glimpses of possibilities. Some terrifying but some very beautiful and enticing, as dreams often are. My brain does not slow down during the quiet moments of life; instead it's a steam engine constantly churning with the only control being what direction I point it towards.
"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live," said Albus Dumbledore to Harry while they gazed at The Mirror of Erised. A powerful line written by JK Rowlling but it can be easily slept on. Day dreams aren't always nonsensical ways a person can zone out; they can be powerful images locking someone's mind and heart in a foreign place. Every time someone gets trapped in a day dream, their perspective of reality gets skewed more and more until they cast their own image onto others without realizing things are not the way they've been dreaming. It's an easy trap to fall into if you have a decent imagination so be careful; situations can be harder to overcome if your mind is prepared for the fiction it invented.
Stay grounded.
Do not confuse having strong visual goals worth achieving as tantalizing day dreams. Goals push you towards action and movement and create a desire to fight forward. Day dreams are there to paint a pretty picture over a reality where someone isn't totally satisfied. Continue to stack up goals and knock 'em down. But do not fall prey to the mirror like so many men Dumbledore stated having wasted away their lives becoming mad with desperation.
Close your eyes. Take a deep breath. Feel the air expand your lungs. Hold it. Keep holding it. Don't let it out yet. Okay okay, let it out. Listen to the sounds around you. Truly try your best to listen to every sound you hear and make note of each one. The person in the corner talking too loudly into his bluetooth set. The dinging of the door chime as people walk in looking for coffee. The opening and closing of refrigerator doors mixing with the screeching of the steam wands. A couple sit at the bar and discuss spare time while waiting for a play. Cars driving, horns honking, kids giggling, birds chirping, lighters clicking, staples snapping, printers groaning, coffee grinding, radio blasting, wood turning, ovenscookingbeansroastingkladkppewhpekgwejpfkf.
Now cut it out. All at once or one at a time. Cut every sound out. Once you identify it, let it go.
Follow your rhythmic breathing to keep yourself on course. Once you've emptied your mind of distractions, what do you want to accomplish today? Let it form a light in your head. Let it build till it's too bright. Consuming your vision until you finally open your eyes. Now go about your day with that one accomplishment engraved in your head. I promise you will find a way to complete it.
Good luck, fam!
If I painted a picture of this scene, that painting would not be able to demonstrate all the words that are being spoken to me. There are hues of blue that only Mother Nature can orchestrate across the Great Smoky Mountains. The economic fluidity in nature around me whisper secrets of their morning deliveries. A squirrel tries to remember where it buried its last batch of acorns while birds practice their arial acrobatics. The mountain does not sleep in. Gusts of wind interject themselves disrupting my consistency of warmth; I’m prevented from the gradual fade into slumber by the Sun’s Lullaby. Not all at once, and almost imperceptibly, I was cloaked in the Mountain’s Life-force. All of my surroundings fit as one in constant motion; I was grateful, as a visitor, to be allowed to experience such a personal and magical foresight into something so natural and instinctual.
*poot*
“SAFETY!” is shouted behind me and just like the snap of a finger, or poot from a butt, the story is over.
There are cardboard boxes all around me. Blue painters tape still wads up in scattered places around the view. FIFA sound effects layer the surrounding walls in what one could mistaken for paintings. Clicking creates a drum beat for my mind, bouncing rhythms off my temples. There is a mirror reflecting a chaotic living room with only the slightest design for organization. There are bags full of clothes. Empty beer bottles decorate the remaining surfaces. This is my new home. This is where the heart is. More importantly, this is where magic will happen...in the terms of work. ha!
It’s been a hectic experience having to wait such an amount of time to move into a new home. After two weeks, however, we finally got the get into the new digs. As usual, hardly anything is perfectly planned out and placed but it feels so good to be in a space that is entirely your own.
I would love to give a very warm thank you to friends and family that housed me while I was waiting.
An especially special thank you to Brad and Jacki Mallett for keeping me for the longest period and not only allowing me to rest my head under a roof but also making me feel more like family. It is wonderful to be so easily accepted into someone else’s household.
Alas, I am finally able to start working well in my own space again! Once we finish putting it all together I shall post pictures. I’ve got some tasty treats up my sleeves for this year so everyone hold onto your pantaloons.
PS: Stay tuned for the finale of the Toast Me Trilogy! Filming this weekend.
“Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.”
February 20, 2016
The sunlight dissolves into the room. Some blankets are being tossed about. There are footsteps heading towards the kitchen. Faintly, you can hear the ticking of the stove coming to life, excited to share its dreams with the world. Thirty-two...ish ounces of water get poured into a pot; set to boil. Thousands of fibers get scattered into the atmosphere as tea packets get ripped open and plopped into a jar. Tsssssssssssss! Water's done. The footsteps create a beat to which the old house shakes its moaning body. The creaking of a chair joins in to finish off the symphony of the journey back.
Green tea touches my tongue at just the right temperature that I smile and give myself a tiny pat on the back for the execution. I've been trying to figure out if I am allergic to this house or if there is something outside that effects me only when I'm here. As I sit and sip my tea, and periodically dream about waffles, I began examining my life and the ins and outs from the past few months that I have not stepped aside to examine. I spent a good deal of time reliving those good moments and cracking up at the funny memories. There are plenty of things I would like to have done differently, of course, but that's just the way of life. It was odd looking back when it had been such an amount of time, almost like it was catching up on a tv show that you only caught bits and pieces to. And so a certain phrase popped into my head, "Life is constantly moving forward." I never put a deeper thought into it because I simply took it at face value, but this morning I got a sense of warmth from it. Thinking back to the times the stress took over and I did not know how certain things would get fixed, they all ended up just fine. In fact, in some cases I hadn't even noticed it got better because life had happened so much that it faded away. My point is, if something is weighing you down and causing so much stress that the world will fall apart around your feet...well, it won't. Life will continue on and things will go in whatever direction they go in. At some point, that becomes reassuring.
“meow meow”
January 28, 2016
The month of January is almost over; if you turn around quick enough you may catch a lingering glimpse of these past weeks. It's been a productive time thus far. I have so many ideas for this year that there's no time to waste on lollygagging about town. A hermit I am becoming for the betterment of my future; I won't feel bad this year for not spending time with people. (The introvert in me is dancing with joy) There are days I look in the mirror and I notice grey hairs and lines on my face and while my physical aging doesn't concern me, the fact that I am not where I want to be yet does. I didn't expect to have all my shit together by this age and to be frank, I didn't really have any expectations of life this far. It seemed too distant to plan out. I wasn't that kid with a hardcore plan growing up so I never bothered worrying about it. I look back at it and shrug because all my choices led me to this exact spot. This gray 1970's swivel chair in the corner of this entirely too expensive 1927 house that is falling apart around my ankles. It's been an interesting ride here, but that's exactly what it was, a ride. There were times the ride hit a hole in the road and threw everything in the air with chaotic energy. I gained some scars and stories and advice from this ride but I didn't drive at all. It's time to get behind the wheel and go where I want to go and not sit back and ride along.
It's not too late or too early to start driving your own life, fam. Just get up & go.
“ I don’t know where I’m going from here, but I promise it won’t be boring.”
January 17, 2016
It's been a little while since I've posted so thank you for your patience. December is a crazy busy month, not only at my job, but also for designing and artwork. Very soon my days were spent working on making the cut until christmas, just begging for that familiar feeling of breathing. Alas, the holiday came and went and then so followed New Years. After that the little kids went back to school and the college kids went back to their dorms. Normal life fell back into its monotonous hum of death. That is not to say that I haven't been producing; rest assured that I will never stop creating, no matter how busy. On New Year's Day, we released a short horror film that we filmed in the beginning of December. It was filmed in a day and went completely off script but it came out so perfectly that we decided to make it a monthly thing. Stay tuned for the next episode of that. After the passing of Bowie I felt the desire to create a print to describe the inspiration he provided for me. That print is now available in my store. He was a great man with a genius mind and may he rest in peace.
Im currently riding in the car back from a camping trip while Outkast takes us on a different journey altogether and being massaged by the road's conversation with the car. What's better than getting the chance to walk away and clear out your headspace via getting close and dirty with the sexy Mother Nature? That's exactly how it all works for me. I'm coming back with a wonderful distant look at my life and I'm seeing how good things are. What a great motivator to continue to push myself and strive for even better work and production! Thank you to everyone who supports me, it allows me to do what I love every day.
“The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves.”
December 20, 2015
It's approximately 10:20 on a crisp morning in the Not-So-Small-Anymore town of Summerville, South Carolina where I am resting my cold bones by a fire. Richard is meditating in front of the flames. The chemical and physical reactions in our fireplace are the only sounds echoing through the house; this firewood, our only companion, providing us with rhythmic melodies as we adjust to the awakened life. Empty bottles and glasses decorate our tables and floors like a mine field with a precision one could only describe as "drunkenly scattered". There's a few rays of sunlight peeking through the blinds bringing with them the promise of a sunny day.
My brother is still sitting in front of the fireplace. He has not moved for ten minutes. I look around my 15x20 square foot living room; this is my reality. This is my universe. I slightly change my focus and view the scenery as a whole, trying to get all the pieces for my perception. I am grateful for the signs of life throughout my universe. Grateful that people came to my home and lived. I think about how we provided a service, albeit subtly, kind of like vacation where someone leaves behind their own universe to experience yours. They set aside their anchors for a night of living. Whatever worldly forces that weigh them down, cast aside, they are sponges anxiously awaiting to be saturated with life.
I am grateful to be able to provide others with life. If only for a night.
“If it is one the blessings for old friends you can afford to be stupid with them. ”
December 7, 20-15
I had the pleasure of being offered the opportunity of traveling to the Smoky Mountains in North Carolina with the company of my closest brothers. Instantly my fingers started tingling from excitement, The itch to get my hands on a new photo adventure was overloading inside me. After, what seemed like forever, I finally got home and immediately started stacking up the gear I would be taking. All the necessities I might add: whiskey, journal, some cigs, camera, and a beanie. I was ready.
My buddy zoomed in and we jumped straight into packing and hitting the road. The first part of the trip was pretty standard, jammin to whatever song popped up on the radio, while smoking and enjoying the breeze. After a short period we hit up Chapin to meet the next brother to finish the rest of the drive. With the rest of us finally together, the energy was restored and I felt like a little kid on they way to the family winter vacation. After making a quick and goofy stop to collect supplies for the night, we finally rolled up on our camping spot.
First off, it was 11pm and about 25 degrees outside. However this isn't the first rodeo we've been on and preparing for this situation was another walk in the park. By no time at all we were sitting by a fire beginning to de-thaw our toes with drinks in our hand ready to calm down after the drive. Much to our disappointment the tent was frozen over and we had a bigger battle at hand: staying warm. The night may have seemed worse in the situation but there have been worse sleeping arrangements. The next day involved a plethora of photos which are in photo gallery under the "Photography" page and then go to "Smokey The Bear". However, the biggest disappointment to me was finding out I accidentally left my Canon 60D in the truck that I rode in, which happened to be over 3 hours away. It was just me and my trusty iPhone 6s at this point.
Following the mountains we made a stop into Asheville to grab some coffee and finish off with a beer before hitting the road yet again. All in all the weekend was a huge success and despite the cold attack on my body, it was a perfect escape. It would be very therapeutic to camp more often!
Hope everyone else had such a great weekend as well!
“Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time. ”
December 2, 2015
As we get closer to the end of the year I'm reminded of how stressful it can all be for some people. Many people, including me, will look back over everything they've done with the year and start to break down all the time wasted and lack of progress. But I would like to say that it shouldn't be the amount of progress that be valued but progress in a whole. Whether you made a few steps forward, it's progress, whether you managed to stay the same level, that is progress because life will throw curveballs to knock you down, or wether you fell a few times but you're on your way back to health, that's progress too; just never stay down.
Just try one more time.
I hope there are many more people that look back over their year with happiness and I hope it's been a blessing to have such a good year. Everyone deserves a year like that.
So I would like to wish everyone a wonderful holiday season! I will certainly be enjoying the colder weather!
“If nobody hates you, you’re doing something wrong.”
November 24, 2015
Honestly, I'm sure if that quote is entirely from him but the general consensus says it is, plus I feel weird quoting a fictional character, should I credit the character or the writer? I don't know who the writer is obviously, so character is. Lastly, I don't fully like this quote because I feel there are plenty of situations where this doesn't apply, however, I can definitely say it is a true quote.
There's always that moment in your life where you sit down and can observe your surroundings and take it all in. Two things will happen, either you'll smile because things are good and you're happy/ good things are on the way OR you sit back and have one of those "fading smiles" where things aren't terrible but you can see your life spiraling in the wrong direction. (a very generalized two options) Some people may have that moment every night, and some may catch it every now and then, whatever the case I suggest really diving into that moment. It'll allow you to collect and organize all the pieces and either you'll be able to prepare better for whatever may be coming or you'll be able to truly appreciate the happiness you have.
For me, I have those moments about once a week, maybe more. But I never laid out the entire picture. I would sit back and examine a certain situation and apply the way I felt to the entire picture, which is pretty ignorant. Easy to do, but dumb to do. Sometimes the entire picture changes the way the your focal point looks. Sometimes the entire picture rounds out the harsh situation allowing you to handle it with better care that will not be a detriment to your life. If someone is attacking you and you are trying to handle it but can't figure out how, step back and look at the whole picture. Maybe something happened to them long ago and it's affected their life in a way leading up the anger, maybe they see a happiness and don't think you deserve it, maybe they're jealous of whatever you're doing with your life, or maybe you actually did something wrong at a time towards them. There are many different view points to check out; so if someone is attacking you, just try to look at it from a different perspective instead of fighting fire with fire. Just make you sure you continue moving, don't stop going forward, fam.
“Sometimes you just need a little update.”
November 14, 2015
It happened to be my birthday on the 11th. So I would like to say thanks to everyone that already knew and said "Happy Birthday"! I had a great day and night out so it was definitely a success. I finally got around to uploading the rest of the Inktober drawings, so you will be able to find those on the "Inktober" page. I'm working on a few new ideas and I'm really trying to focus on them so I follow through and finish them. So if you want to send me motivational emails to let me know I should get off my ass and work on those puppies, then that would be fantastic.
Looks like the sickness is going around in my town and maybe yours too. Looks like it is the season for that. Try and stay healthy everyone. Wash them hands and wipe them noses!
I've decided to film a little video at the end of November. So mid December I'll be releasing that to the public. Stay tuned for that beauty because it'll crack you up. Lots of cool things in the works! Thanks to everyone that supports whatever it is I'm up to, you people kick ass!
-C
“Do you want to know who you are? Don’t ask. Act! Action will delineate and define you.”
October 19, 2015
How many hours have you wasted just talking? How many thoughts have you put together, carefully planned out, scripted and repeated to yourself, and ended up just talking about them? How many lives have you shared your thoughts with but with no back up? Stringing tales of "what-ifs" and " one days" and "I want to's"? The moment those words come out of your mouth they are as transparent as your ability to act upon them. Do not folly around with make belief visions of your life because they will continue to be make believe.
ACT! GO OUT AND FUCKING ACT ON THEM!
"JUST DO IT!" - Shia LaBeouf
Here's a man that has probably heard so many things about people's ideas and sat back and watched them never do anything about it. There's such a plethora of people that do that in this world. Frustration from hearing it happen over and over and over and over will get to a person.
There's momentum behind someone who is constantly moving and wanting to do more. It is easier to stay off your butt and continue to act rather than sitting around trying to muster the energy to get up and do it. How ironic is it that dreams will be shared with full ability to do them, yet the speaker will choose to stay stationary and continue to talk. If someone wants to get up and go out and climb a mountain or go see the sunrise or become a photographer or roast coffee beans, then they merely must put one foot in front of the other and keep doing it until, "Oh hey! Look!," they've done it!
Moral of the story is: STOP TALKING ABOUT WHAT YOU WANT TO DO AND JUST FUCKING DO IT.
Side note: If you're living with a mental disability it will be harder for this to be an accomplishment. Focus on very small steps and cherish every one you achieve. Do not beat yourself up for your pace on something. People move in different speeds. The act of moving is what is important, not the speed. Trying new things can be very high anxiety and stress inducing but the reward is astronomical, I promise. Small steps and determination will lead you there. Believe in yourself. You can do it.
