So, i've decided to start this up again - after a few years of waning on the more personal blogging front. There's something to be for artistically hiding yourself through a creative output, but I've always felt a direct touch with this.

There's something I always feel out of touch with - a strange disconnect with the world, and in memory 'out of step with the world' comes humming to mind - something that i can't quite understand. I've always felt slightly disconnected from the world i see around me, a strange amorphous mass that i view that doesn't sit right. like i'm not a part of it but can't figure out why the rest of the world doesn't see it. But of course that's only visual cues and they give no clues at all, that's the problem with the fleshy barrier and invisible thoughts, they're invisible.

But what is it? What strange creature keeps man from man? is it the towering skyscrapers?
Where does the disconnect lie. Digging at the worm of mans heart.

Lately the disillusionment has grown, lately i've felt lazier than i have done in quite a few years, lately i've been treading a lot of movement like water. Slow and pensive, too bound up in thought to really know where the next step is coming, but rather why my foot moves there in the first place. This has bee twofold - i'm uninspired with graffiti, that previous all encompassing love of my life still burns as brightly as it did but now the want of drawing and letters has gone, or rather i find my inspiration waning - it needs an attachment, a source to feed itself, but lately there's been none. Taking a month long break from the thing you adore doesn't sit well in your heart. There needs to be an attachment to feed off, so i can sink my soul into a specific shape and dissect every element of it, learn how it works, look at it from every angle then co-opt it for my own purposes. Because that's what I do, i'm an understander, a creative born from others peoples learning, an interpreter who merges styles to create something nearly as good (hellbent on better though).

Relax, breathe, the world will come to you, the universe will do the rest. Coloured Sands - Obscura. dense, beautiful, thoughtful, sink.