Art Walk

Art Walk

The piece I decided to study was a piece with very many eyes, all different colors, shapes, and sizes. But they were all looking one way. This piece was very deep to me, I do not remember the name, just what it looked like and what it made me feel. I thought about it for a second, and I figured it out, whether this was the artists’ intention or not I believe I did get something out of this piece.

          The eyes are like us, humans, we all differentiate in many ways but are still the same as humans. We may be a different colors, we may be bigger than someone or smaller than someone, they might even wear a higher size shoe than you. But what you have to remember is none of that even matters, we are all connected and made to work together and support each other, alone we would never make it on this earth.

Big or small

Tiny or tall

Book smart or street smart

Talented or null

Chatty or quiet

Funny or dull

Brown hair or blonde hair

Why do we even care?

We should be loving each other

We should be helping each other grow

Not excluding someone because they weigh more

Or because they may talk different

Or Look different

What if you were that person?

Wouldn’t you just want to be yourself without worrying about somebody tearing you down for it? I would too, so next time think of you.

-Jesse

“If you don't know where you're going, stop racing to get there.”

            Ever since I was a child I had always been anxious to keep moving on the next thing in life and never really taking my time to enjoy the simple things in my life. The thing is I never knew what I was moving on to, and if I would even enjoy it like the previous things. That’s when it hit me hard, that not everything in life is easy, not everything in life is fun, not everything is life makes sense, and people aren’t perfect. I was 9 years old, the day my dad left me. Life was never the same after that, it was like a piece of me was missing, and the worst part was he never told me why he left. That father figure in my life had been removed in the worst way, even though my mom tried as hard as she could to keep me in line, she never could, and I cannot tell you how sorry I am for making my mom go through that. I never really “fit in” with the popular groups so I just kind of made my own and whoever wanted to be a part of it was welcomed warmly.

            The sad truth is I’m not the only person my dad left behind, he left my mom, and my brother Suge. But what I’ve learned and what I have realized is that my dad isn’t perfect, he’s just a man like me, we both make mistakes. No that does not make what he did okay, but it does make it understandable and relatable. People are always going to hurt you and let you down in life, and you just got to be able to accept that, and realize its life. Sometimes it may seem like nothing will get better, but that’s a lie and you know, eventually with time things will get better and YOU will get better, but only if you allow yourself too. I have kind of strayed away from my original topic about my life but that’s okay, because part of my life is dedicated to helping other people through experiences ive had in my life, that might help other people going through the same thing. With that said feel free to come and talk to me if your struggling and maybe you feel like you’re just alone, come talk, no I’m not some perfect person with all the answers, if anything we can help each other out, but I think that’s how it’s meant to be.

Well, this is weird.

Time seemed to move slower, space started to close in, my mind began to race. I walked alone through the dead of night, searching for something that could never be found. I see something in nothingness if only you could picture this. I hear even the insects running, the birds swiftly flying away from my fictitious reality. What have I created? What have I become? And who is I?

I slowly recollect my thoughts, and time seemed to a little more relevant to me. I observed and noticed that a spirit being was coming near me, I could feel her presence. Fearless I stood up and confronted this spirit, she was made up of energy and colors I had never seen before. The way she moved was like the waves in the ocean, graceful but mysterious.

I could tell there was something she needed to tell me. She came down from where she was hovering around me and became level with me. Her aura was insane, serious, and almost sad. She pointed to where her heart is, her heart was black, like some kind of evil had taken over her heart that was once like mine. Suddenly I realized this was a warning, I needed to leave this place immediately or I would become like her, I couldn’t let the evil of this strange trip take me over.

I thanked her, and I ran, I ran faster than I have ever ran before. Where was I going? I had no idea. Without warning the sky began flashing different colors of light, spirits were coming down from the sky in the thousands, all going in different directions, it was like all the elementary kids in the world were being released to recess.

I had no idea what to do, how could I let it go on this long? And get this bad, all these questions and much more were racing through my head as I had to decide what I was going to do. The spirits seemed to be getting closer and I was as clueless as a fish going for bait. All of a sudden it was made clear to me, this was not my psychical body, I had made it to the spirit realm. My mission began to get back, but as soon as I realized that I wasn’t in my body I was shot through a portal which seemed to go on hours, there was a lot of self-evaluation during this journey back to the human realm. As you would wake up from a peculiar or odd dream is how I came back into my body. I had made it back, but I was not satisfied, I felt incomplete, almost like a part of me was missing.

Time seemed to move slower, space started to close in, my mind began to race. I walked alone through the dead of night, searching for something that could never be found. I see something in nothingness if only you could picture this. I hear even the insects running, the birds swiftly flying away from my fictitious reality. What have I created? What have I become? And who is I?

I slowly recollect my thoughts, and time seemed to a little more relevant to me. I observed and noticed that a spirit being was coming near me, I could feel her presence. Fearless I stood up and confronted this spirit, she was made up of energy and colors I had never seen before. The way she moved was like the waves in the ocean, graceful but mysterious.

I could tell there was something she needed to tell me. She came down from where she was hovering around me and became level with me. Her aura was insane, serious, and almost sad. She pointed to where her heart is, her heart was black, like some kind of evil had taken over her heart that was once like mine. Suddenly I realized this was a warning, I needed to leave this place immediately or I would become like her, I couldn’t let the evil of this strange trip take me over.

I thanked her, and I ran, I ran faster than I have ever ran before. Where was I going? I had no idea. Without warning the sky began flashing different colors of light, spirits were coming down from the sky in the thousands, all going in different directions, it was like all the elementary kids in the world were being released to recess.

I had no idea what to do, how could I let it go on this long? And get this bad, all these questions and much more were racing through my head as I had to decide what I was going to do. The spirits seemed to be getting closer and I was as clueless as a fish going for bait. All of a sudden it was made clear to me, this was not my psychical body, I had made it to the spirit realm. My mission began to get back, but as soon as I realized that I wasn’t in my body I was shot through a portal which seemed to go on hours, there was a lot of self-evaluation during this journey back to the human realm. As you would wake up from a peculiar or odd dream is how I came back into my body. I had made it back, but I was not satisfied, I felt incomplete, almost like a part of me was missing.

As I reached into the bag of candy, I thought I heard a voice saying, “Pick me, pick me!” I noticed a small white square which seemed to be telling me to pick him. The voice was dark but friendly, “eat me, eat me!” It yelled as I almost choose a different candy.

It was almost midnight and most of my friends had already went home so I said why not and through the small white tab in my mouth. It didn’t really have a taste which through me off, wasn’t this supposed to be candy? Oh well, as me and my friend Tucker began our walk home, I realized that we both ate the same candy. We were both unsure about it but continued on our way. After about a half hour of walking I began to feel this energy building up inside of me and so did Tucker. Another 30 minutes pass and I began seeing things, like these waves of light move across the earth in this weird pattern of red, blue, and green colors. This was all very strange to me and my friend and we did not know how to take it all in.

Our minds started to think more clearly, a more vivid picture of what we wanted, our thoughts were going what seemed to be the speed of light and it was hard to control after a while. Somehow we ended up at park, it was 3 in the morning and it seemed like it was 3 in the afternoon. What our eyes saw that night no one will ever know but us. I could sit here and try to explain this night to you but unless you have eaten of this tiny white candy than you cannot understand. It changed my perspective on things, and whats around me. I do not think I will ever do it again though, it is not for me. Theres something dark, something almost sinister about this little candy, something I might not ever figure out.

Dan in real life

What are 3 tips you would give parents of teenagers?

1.     Never ever force something upon your children.

2.     Act like how you would want them to act.

3.     Let them be themselves, but only if it is their true self. Help them find their selves.

Can you know in three days that you love someone?

I think that depends on what you consider love is.

What is something most people don’t know about you?

I use to be a dedicated psychonaut. If you want to know what that is feel free to ask me.

Dan’s brother gets over Maria pretty fast. Have you ever had trouble getting over someone? Yes I’ve been hurt a lot and there are a couple girls in my life will always have a special place in my heart.

Have you ever done something to make someone jealous?

Yes, yes I have, let’s leave it at that.

Are you a good bowler? I’m decent, I’ll get a strike every once and awhile.

            I think the whole point to me about this movie is realizing that even kids and adults still struggle with the same stuff. And can learn and help each other both out. It’s kind of about the stupid stuff you do when you’re in love, and how sometimes the telling the truth is always going to be the best path to take.

My favorite movie is Transformers. This is pretty mainstream but I honestly couldn’t think of anything else I actually enjoy watching.

I usually don’t care for soft cheesy type of movies or chick flicks lol.

I watch movies probably every other week, a new movie once of month or so, just depends on what comes out and what I want to see.

Dark room a couple friends and lots of snacks.

• YOU ARE 42% EXTRAVERTED.
• You are moderate in activity and enthusiasm. You enjoy the company of others but you also value your privacy.
• YOU ARE 50% AGREEABLE.
• You are generally warm, trusting, and agreeable, but you can sometimes be stubborn and competitive.
• YOU ARE 83% CONSCIENTIOUS.
• You are dependable and moderately well-organised. You generally have clear goals and are able to set goals aside.
• YOU ARE 58% EMOTIONALLY STABLE.
• You are generally calm and able to deal with stress, but you sometimes experience feelings of guilt, anger and sadness.
• YOU ARE 58% OPEN TO NEW EXPERIENCES.
• You are practical but willing to consider new ways of doing things. You try to seek a balance between the old and the new.

:)

"Get busy living, or get busy dying."  Andy Dufresne, Shawshank Redemption.
"I wish I knew how to quit you." 
Jack Twist/Jake Gyllenhaal in Brokeback Mountain (2005)
"Let's go to the Winchester, have a pint and wait for this to all blow over"
Shaun of the Dead (2004)

                                        

            It was a lonely night, which wasn’t uncommon for me. It has almost became routine for me to not talk to anyone for weeks, sometimes not even a smile will pass me by. It’s hard for people to understand strange, weird, or even different. People don’t like change, they don’t like to see other people that are strange to them. Humans enjoy being around other similar, like-minded people.

            Sadly, I was that strange, weird, and different person that nobody wanted to be associated with. I talked different, I walked different, and I even looked different. I wanted to have friends, but they certainly did not want me. The last time I had a conversation with another human was when I bought a meal from the local food supply, the lady told me that she was once like me but had changed herself to fit in to society because the loneliness became unbearable. We did not converse much after she said this.

            I started to think about this day more and more, as the days grew longer and longer. I began to see myself fading into nothing, my life has become without purpose, and I had no one to talk to about what was going on. All I ever wanted was just one friend, that wouldn’t care how I talked, walked, or looked. But that friend never came, and the torture of the waking up was beginning to be too much for me to handle on my own.

            I often dreamt of being “ normal “ or just fitting in, I had made it so important to me to be normal, that one day I decided to visit that lady at the store one more time. We talked for several hours about our lives, and she told me where I could go to become normal, a place called Fabricated Life. Before I left she also warned me, she said that I may regret my decision. At this point there was no holding me back, I must know what it feels like to fit in, be normal!

            The next day when I awoke I began the 6 mile walk to Fabricated Life. The walk was very lonely and for some reason I almost decided not to go. When I got there they told me that this process would take one hour and afterwards I would be completely normal, but this change was not reversible. I quickly signed the wavers and hopped into their machine that reminded me of an old shower stall.

All I remember after this is walking out of the place, I didn’t feel much different, but for the first time in my life, somebody smiled at me as I walking home. For the first time I didn’t feel completely alone. I went home and looked in the mirror to see that I looked like a completely different person, a “normal” person. I began doing “normal” things, actually talking to people and attending events, which don’t get me wrong took a long time to get use too. But one night after having dinner with a beautiful Norwegian lady named Aviana. I realized that I had made the biggest mistake of my life. I wasn’t myself, I had become what society wanted me to be. The people that I was talking to, the people that I liked and liked me. Weren’t actually talking to me, they were talking to a fake portrait of who I wished I was. They did not accept me for me, they accepted the fake image I had created of myself. I no longer wanted to fit in, I no longer wanted to be normal, I just wanted to be me. And Whoever loves me for me, that’s who I will be with, that’s who I will surround myself with. And that’s some real shit homie. 

“If the words ‘life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness’ don’t include the right to experiment with your own consciousness, then the Declaration of Independence isn’t worth the hemp it was written on.”
-Terence McKenna

Poem:

Always being different.

Always being spontaneous

Always being ready

Always being aware

Always being consciously there

Always being friendly

Always being a listener

Always being patient

Always being yourself

“You are a divine being. You matter, you count. You come from realms of unimaginable power and light, and you will return to those realms.”
– Terence McKenna

Poem:

Try and catch me if you can

I will laugh because you can’t

I see you try, but always fail

I’m always around you

Seeing you try makes me high

I never wanted it to be like this

But you can never take back all of your shit

I see you try one last time

I see myself die for one last time.

The artist I choose is Terrence McKenna. He is not necessarily a painter but he is very much so an artist. His work and projects really mean a lot to me even if they may not be completely right or true, it’s just nice to have someone that has been on the same mission as you but just took it a little farther.

            He was born on November 16, 1946 and sadly died of a brain tumor on April 3, 2000. He was raised in Paonia Colorado but spent much of his teenage years in California where he lived with his best friend. His father, Richard was a salesman who traveled around the world to make sales. His mother, Hazelle Kemp, it does not say much about his mother online. Terrence had one sibling, his brother Dennis, they were very close and both went a lot of places together.

            Terrence went to BS to study in ecology, resource conservation and shamanism. He had one wife Kathleen, who he had one son too but ended in a divorce. Terrence had many struggles during his life and career, especially bringing a new idea into the world, it was very controversial to what everyone had been believing about us, and what surrounds us for so long. He had a brain tumor when he was still somewhat young in his early 50’s he was told he only 4 months to live. 

            One thing not many people know about him is that he did have a bad shroom trip, but he will never discuss it. His type of work was abstract, some of his most famous works, were the books, “Opening the Doors of Creativity” “Foods of the gods” and “True hallucinations”.

            Some of the pieces I found myself interested in where the “Foods of the gods” and “The invisible Landscape” Terrence had done so much in his life, but no one can confirm if it was even worth it. Only Terrence himself can, although I would not take everything that he says as fact, he Is still a very intellectual being who has shared many amazing ideas with society that would have never been introduced if it wasn’t for him, so for that we thank him for making a difference in this big world we call earth. 

-Jesse

Comments:

Samantha “Just be you”

I really liked how you related a couple of them to yourself and your family. Everybody can be clumsy sometimes haha. I can relate to looking for adventure because I've been doing that my whole life, and it doesn't always end up how I would like it to, but I don't regret anything because it’s what made me, me. So no matter how old you get never stop looking for that adventure because I promise one day you will find it.

Emma “Simple youth”

I really enjoyed reading this, I liked what you had the two kids say to each other in a note, you can tell it was well thought out. I also like how you had the big brother roll to solve the argument between them, thanks for the read! :)

Emma: I really liked reading these little short stories, it may be weird but I like how your mind works, those stories were well thought out and put together. You're writing is very visual and I like that, keep up the good work!

Emma : Haha, This made me laugh a little, I like it a lot though, keep up the good work!:P

Daniel : Seems like a pretty good read, I like what you had to say about the book, really good description.

Summary: I personally found Emma's blog the most interesting. I liked how she used her words and how abstract her work was. I liked the post "Simple Youth" a lot, it brought me back to my childhood when I would get in stupid arguments with my sibling and our dad would have to come break us up and sometimes even made us write a note to each other.

Summary: I liked Daniels blog because, Kermit. Everytime I visit his page I get a little laugh, his post about the book was very descriptive and really drew me in to wanting to read that book.

Summary: Samantha's writings were pretty great, you can tell she puts in a lot of work and thought into her pieces. Some were funny, some serious, but all of them were well put together and made me think, which is hard to do sometimes lol so good job!

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