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Untitled (2017) 24"×36" acryllic on canvas
Mothers Love 2017 36"×36" acryllic on canvas
Older Pen and ink work (2013-early 2017)
Just chillin at work
When we are born we are simply a seed of what we may become. When we are small we are but a sapling in the understory. Sheltered from the wind. We get older and from a young age some branches may be cut off or broken but in their place we stay resilient and grow new ones. Once we have matured we are exposed to the torments of life. The wind, the parasites, the disease. We are brittle, carrying our passed years inside as our backbone. Once it's our time to pass we will be broken and scarred and our thin flesh that kept us growing will die and we will be a memory of we once we're. Preserved while we stand, eventually to fall over. Our nutrients passed on to the insects and lichens. But more importantly to the ones who grew below us for they will take our place and repeat the cycle. Some people may be taken away early, but every life matters. We are all here only for a short amount of time. In that time their will be pain and pleasure but from that pain let it be a lesson. Grow stronger. For every branch that wasn't able to survive grow a new one. But let the scars be a reminder of how fragile we are.
I wish I could blame my problems on drugs or abuse. I might not have had it easy but I am the director of my destruction.
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If I could have it back All the time that we wasted I'd only waste it again If I could have it back You know I'd love to waste it again Waste it again and again and again
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Isn't it ironic how I have to try to stay alive for you but you don't even want to for me?