A Year From Today

On a 365 day quest to find my TRUEST passion and BE it. A personal portal to overcoming my quarter-life crisis

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Steady As The Rhythm Of A Clock

It's been a hell of a week; O'CLICHé is in two days away, about to quit my publishing job, on the erge of forging a new business vision. Without a doubt i know have been slacking when it comes to creations, will step up muy output from tomorrow. just like yesterday thoughts are still in progress. Have sketched wine bottle labels to be presented to all participants of O'CLICHé, thus, am keeping on with design each day.

Prorsum. 

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Down Edition: Thoughts In Progress

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Prorsum

Will 

Strive

Beyond

Boundaries

Ambition

Fortitude

Clarity

Attest

Manifestation Of

Crafted fate 

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La Mia Italia

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Box Unwrapped

Slowly bridging layers of distance between.

Last night we hit it on, then like now none like then,

Grey moon met brightly lit emotions

we sank deep into the belly of ecstasy riding horse back; blinds down front

Sipping Chilean merlot out sheepskin.

Bare skin in warm skin; I dare you to see the smile on her face, your face.

Now we've arrived, no longer at loggerheads over skins and risks

Unraveled emotions ever so present.

Wild fling shots

White slinky fluids lands on the left moon; right catches light

Finally got your thighs on eye level

Skin will rub skin

No ship sets sail to be sank

Beyond the place where the sun rests and moon arises

Awaits my red, passion ready to bleed.

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Clear In Murky Clouds

Mother of the other has silently arisen in me 

The drive once so fiercely burning within.

To be the bearer of crocodiles through dams and lakes

Insert myself into the main only to know and desert the known

Bring about vision, never sighted under the sun, that men might be blind at its sight.

 Steady progression as if the moon never set and the night lasted ever so on and on

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intention: Dreams Of The Dead

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Dandy' O.  

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Mama said 'no chocolate before dinner', she has no idea I had two mars bars before Apollo 1 took off.  

Did minor alterations to the the illustration. It's been a long day, thus I decided to be a hen, take the easy road by doing this. Then again, this is something i have created today. 

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OCLICHé  Kunst Kultuur Dag  event schedule.

For the very first time I've found profound satisfaction in a design outcome. I pray to high heavens 'may the creeps stay up' for if I wake to them down, or slightly wobbly; there is no telling what  Mister Tinker Tweaker will do. 

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Solitary Ticks Of A Seconds Hand From A Second Hand Clock

Big Ben within a clock

Roman numbered to a dozen- half day.

London majestically perched on the east.

Barely heard a tick during the long hours of those short days.

Days grow longer by each sunset,

Now you tick each 1/86,400 off a mean solar day.

Seem mean to be so precise

Paying no heed to the seasons, and its elements.

Only out of pace when thy breath dies

Desperately gasping for air,

You now tick each 1/200,367 of mean solar day.

Soon to be stationary

Not so mean as before.

Thou art only a solitary thin second hand.

Thou art the keeper of time,

What know’st thee of solar movements:

Of summer’s haste

Fall’s dullnesss

Incubation brought on by the snow

Oh! What know’st thee of spring’s gayish fauna exuberance?

Not an inkling of observation to found in thee

Thou art merely a ticker.  

Thin and tall, eternally tick toking in haste as just summer.

Thou art a solitary thin second hand

Ever so ticking off the day, from the face of a second clock.

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Tunes of the mind. 

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Perfection truly exists in a  vacuum, one day I will invade that vacuum. That day is certainly not today.

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Space To Love

Need my space to love you,

Let me be when i want.

Close my eyes and you all I see

Out of mind and of my face

I need space to love.

On moonless night as this,

The stars are at their best

So let me be 

When i want to be my worst.

Need space to be unaccompanied

To keep my shadow company

Free the mind unto greener pastures, make them graze all night long

My long for ye is unshakable 

so let me be when i want to

I need my space to love and want you.

I need my space to see my thoughts, 

To hear my dreams.

My space needs loving. 

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There Is Red In The Open Blue..

Bald egg. Blue is red. None is high nor low, in-between is nada, just a transient to point. Pointing to north or south? More to the east, anchoring at Qi. 

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Yes I did!! Call me the thinker tinkering master. Being visual and kinesthetic oriented, I just could not help the gut feeling I had about text flying around the poster. So I decided to make it more cleaner and modernist and I did. As at now the page has been closed, I have already sent them out, thus, no more alterations. I have however found a new design project: creating a portion FLAQ visual element; Super amped to be working for an external entity albeit it been unsolicited.

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A poster for my first curated multi disciplinary arts event. Took me to figure whee i wanted to place all the various element. Alas! I'm off to bed.