AS ARTISTS WE THINK ITS IMPORTANT
TO CREATE ON THE SAME SCALE
THAT WHICH SOCIETY HAS THE
CAPACITY TO DESTROY
INSPIRE OTHERS BY THE WAY YOU LIVE YOUR LIFE
TO CREATE ON THE SAME SCALE
THAT WHICH SOCIETY HAS THE
CAPACITY TO DESTROY
INSPIRE OTHERS BY THE WAY YOU LIVE YOUR LIFE
AND THEN IT BEGAN TO RAIN
FALLING WITH RHYTHM
THAT SYNCED WITH HEART
RIPPLES TO SHORE
RIPPLES COLLIDE
GREAT WAVES
TOWARD REVOLUTION
-flosmowao
FALLING WITH RHYTHM
THAT SYNCED WITH HEART
RIPPLES TO SHORE
RIPPLES COLLIDE
GREAT WAVES
TOWARD REVOLUTION
-flosmowao
Masks act as instruments in this flash flood of moments dark, light and in between. Each mask like colors of rainbow introduce a hue that helps guide you through adverse encounters with sick humans. These masks come in all sounds, shapes to ease all chilling screams, rapes. The masks you wear shift as you age like the customized rage written on pages that you burn when you turn 21. You learn to pack light when you're on the run, but may I suggest that you have fun and realize that you'll never out run what's nestled in your mind. So I suggest facing it. Getting to know what causes your breath to shallow will allow you the presence of mind to let that part of you go fallow, for to leave a part of you unsown will indeed restore your nature. Sit with yourself, your paints, your music. Meditate. I know of a place that opens it's doors every Tuesday evening at 7:30pm. If you're interested reach out to me.
I'm uncertain whether masks shield your complex space craft or just filter shit. Your mind is a sponge, penetrable, malleable. Hammered again and again by media monsters and mind zombies you soak up what you'd prefer to let get sucked down a drain. Over time you learn the tools you need to dodge the people that want to feed upon your soul, your brain. For me masks seem to filter the frenzy, the pain, the death and insane. Turning it into art/music/creation. I remember the first time I put on a mask. The memory is faint, but the paint is not. I'll tell you about it someday.
Over time everything about us changes; spiritually, physiologically. And you'll notice that it also changes simultaneously on the outside. Our environments become what we become. Our hearts beat a little different. We implement those tools and learn to dodge chaos, choosing wisely our friends and family. We empathize with those we identify with and feel compassion for those we know never had a chance. Why not? Who made that decision? It causes something to happen inside of me of us. Something I imagine Joan of Arc, Mary Magdelene, Hildegard Bingen, Mary Wollstonecraft may have felt as they were leading victories and writing great pieces that created social movements.
It's all a translation of a translation. What we know now we learned from a parent whom learned from a teacher whom learned from a defected book written by a sick human. Our own research will open up new doors into a lifelong investigation for truth.
I look around and see great leaders of today just as I look around and see the great monsters. I put myself 100 years into future & look back to now and am astonished. With all that we know why aren't people being held accountable for their actions that have caused millions of deaths, foreclosures, environmental and economic disasters? Makes me want to get into politics. These lies written to disguise murders and fraud and treachery. Why was this approved of? Have media monsters gobbled up our brains? Have we lost ability to gather and implement policy change?
No.
We haven't.
In fact, as I type people are gathering to demand change. It may all be an illusion. They may allow for people to gather knowing full well that it's just a show. I don't know.
We discover when we come of age that it's a twisted many worlds we become entangled within; policies are written to protect pedophiles, laws are written to protect thieves. And all the while, all around, innocents are struggling to survive. I'm only responsible for myself, but I feel an overwhelming urge to help others. I begin again.
-flosmowao
I'm uncertain whether masks shield your complex space craft or just filter shit. Your mind is a sponge, penetrable, malleable. Hammered again and again by media monsters and mind zombies you soak up what you'd prefer to let get sucked down a drain. Over time you learn the tools you need to dodge the people that want to feed upon your soul, your brain. For me masks seem to filter the frenzy, the pain, the death and insane. Turning it into art/music/creation. I remember the first time I put on a mask. The memory is faint, but the paint is not. I'll tell you about it someday.
Over time everything about us changes; spiritually, physiologically. And you'll notice that it also changes simultaneously on the outside. Our environments become what we become. Our hearts beat a little different. We implement those tools and learn to dodge chaos, choosing wisely our friends and family. We empathize with those we identify with and feel compassion for those we know never had a chance. Why not? Who made that decision? It causes something to happen inside of me of us. Something I imagine Joan of Arc, Mary Magdelene, Hildegard Bingen, Mary Wollstonecraft may have felt as they were leading victories and writing great pieces that created social movements.
It's all a translation of a translation. What we know now we learned from a parent whom learned from a teacher whom learned from a defected book written by a sick human. Our own research will open up new doors into a lifelong investigation for truth.
I look around and see great leaders of today just as I look around and see the great monsters. I put myself 100 years into future & look back to now and am astonished. With all that we know why aren't people being held accountable for their actions that have caused millions of deaths, foreclosures, environmental and economic disasters? Makes me want to get into politics. These lies written to disguise murders and fraud and treachery. Why was this approved of? Have media monsters gobbled up our brains? Have we lost ability to gather and implement policy change?
No.
We haven't.
In fact, as I type people are gathering to demand change. It may all be an illusion. They may allow for people to gather knowing full well that it's just a show. I don't know.
We discover when we come of age that it's a twisted many worlds we become entangled within; policies are written to protect pedophiles, laws are written to protect thieves. And all the while, all around, innocents are struggling to survive. I'm only responsible for myself, but I feel an overwhelming urge to help others. I begin again.
-flosmowao