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Love Begins
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JBB: An Artblog!
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Plot Twist
Q = You in the Equation Who is Q? Q is You! How many Q's are there? Too many Q's to count Each Q is unique The real question is Who are you?
Anyone can have Q Access Acess your inner This is the story of You
Not Q
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Life never ceases to amaze me everyday.—all the finer details that capture my attention. I am constantly blown away by the universe’s big and little phenomena’s. Life must know how much I love surprises and yet it can be so unforgiving to those who don’t. I accept even the bad ones, because, well even the bad ones teach you lessons for life that later on you will apply to other situations that life hands you. In the end you will be grateful for having gone through the experience.I’m just in awe at how the struggle seemed so long and deep for so many years. The few and far between who really, truly know me and my life and the countless fires I’ve boldly walked through, know exactly what I am talking about and know how amazing it is to see an inkling of light at the end of the tunnel.However, no matter how bright that light is, it can always grow dim again. It just does. You have to keep pressing forward and eventually you come to a point in your life where you see light everywhere even if you’re submersed in a sea of darkness.Eventually, you come to realize that the light comes from within yourself and if it is darkness all around you, it is because you’re not emitting your own light within. Sparking your own fire when there isn’t a match, or the sun, or two pieces of wood to be found anywhere can seem impossible.So, you wait patiently- sometimes for years—you have to not let go of your hopes and dreams no matter how far away or impossible they seem. No matter how many times people tell you to go about your life this way, or that way or at this time. You have to listen to your own heart telling you exactly what to do at exactly the moment you have to do it.I mean you don’t have to, but I’ve learned. I’ve deeply learned that the waiting periods are the most important. Why? Because it is in those moments that you grow the most in life. It is in those moments that you have to take a hard look at yourself and your life and the people around you and eventually, without any effort at all, the vision comes clear to you.And that vision could be anything. It hits you like apocalyptic epiphany. It hits you at any moment, in any place, with little regard to whatever else is happening in your life. It just all falls in or out of place at once and there’s a certain sense of suspense and mystery as to what could happen next. Yet, you have to remain calm and cool and relaxed even if there is a whirlwind of chaos spiraling around you—be it beautiful or terrifying or both. You can still find yourself in a state of acceptance and embrace the ever unknowing mystery of life even if it’s killing you. I embrace fear and transform it to courage and determination. I embrace loneliness and transform it into meditation. I embrace anxiety and transform it into patience. I embrace doubt and transform it into self acceptance.When you’re willing to wait through the hurricanes of life no matter how long it takes, things fall together at the exact time and place they need to. I don’t know why it works this way and I can’t tell you why I can flip a light switch on and it brightens up my room either.
Important lesson: You cannot lead effectively if you do not share the same burden as your followers.
Yes yes yes yes yes. This explains everything.
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Your universe really does come from with in you! Emotions make you put out energies. If you cant control your energies… you cant control your world… :D
A new art interest... I must try this... like... now... mostly because i like playing with sand....yes... sandboxes.. zen gardens etc... but this is just the most epic way to play with sand I've ever seen.. even more than those giant sand sculptures you see.. but even those are pretty awesome... there is something very zen about creating art images in this way..... moving the sand with your hands and pouring.. and spreading it out.... something very organic.. therapeutic.. zen.. I don't know I'm just rambling but hopefully I make sense...
............something about creating art just to wipe it away and start over again and again attracts me... and the only memory of creation is in your mind.. well.. and video if you happen to get footage like this woman lol....
Foliage covered green roof in Kirkjubøur, a photo from Faroe Islands. More
Try and tell and tel me you would not live in this house ... even for a day... adorable... I can't get over it!
August Electronic Waves
August Electronic Waves coming out August 1st! A deeper progressive house set for the people that like to go way DEEP! You will not be dissapointed!
more vids soon
NEW VIDEO ----> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rKoQ3lNlRFA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U5LFmKsEL20
This is a drawing of a dream I had... would be cool to collaborate with other artists around the world to make this dream come true!???????
Chase the Rabbit
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rKoQ3lNlRFA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=txTsbeuY5gM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k0BWlvnBmIE
"No bitchy paragraphs, No fancy words just straight up good music..."
http://zetroced.podomatic.com/entry/2012-05-31T16_45_49-07_00
The Secret Life of the Storage Closet
The Creepy Puppet Show Room
The “creepy puppet show room” is really just code for the storage closet that no one ever wants to come within fifty feet of. A puppet show has never taken place within this room, and no one really knows how it got its nickname. It’s a small stark room with three gray, painted concrete stairs leading down into a solitary confinement. It’s the only place I’ve ever been that made me feel like I was sitting in the dark with the lights on. It feels as cold, dingy, and gray as a graveyard in October. The smell that permeates the entrance is like a musty old building covered in ten coats of fresh oil paint with turpentine.
The scruffy, bleak, yellowing wood frame around the entrance of the solid oak door is recklessly coated in a variety of sloppy wood stains as if carefully mixed with aged car grease, seedy bar dumpster filth and hundred-year-old unfinished basement dirt. Anyone over five and a half feet tall would surely hit their head without cautiously ducking before entering the somberly drowning hidden access.
The door has a story of its own with its chipped, faded, white paint. It creaks when you open it. The hinges are rusty with a variety of paint colors ranging in blues, whites, greens and grime of all sorts. It can be seen encrusted on the underside edge where it was never scraped off properly. It is much smaller and narrower than a standard door. The bottom of it sits in what looks like algae-plagued, decaying, water-logged mold. The knob on the door handle is a 3x4 inch clear crystal quartz acrylic.
The ceiling is sheltered with soft, off-white, sullied insulation, but looks more like a white padded room brought to you by an insane asylum. It has a thick, heavy metal beam that runs the cross length of the room speckled with ceiling texture putty and orange-brown rust. You can hear the sounds of popping, clicking and shuffling noises and the faint sound of flickering lights as if someone was scurrying around looking for something important.
As I scan my eyes over the unsettling whitish-gray house-siding shelves, I see a variety of things that catch my eye. At the same time, the air is inundated with the smell of minerals and mixtures of metal objects and tools. Loosely thrown about the shelves and in boxes and plastic containers, are stainless-steel arrow staples, bright brass-finished hinge door stops, zinc-plated cabinet screws, brass-plated hooks, brass and copper nuts, bolts and screws of all kinds.
There are tool boxes, wrenches, screw-drivers, long metal yardsticks, drills and bits, jewelry polish and spray paints. There’s a large, roughly rusting metal sickle, a massive light brown wooden spool, which once held a large line of cable. I keep scanning across the enclosed room, peering towards the top shelves near the padded ceiling space, I see spotted paint buckets, empty shoe boxes, blue and green milk crates, water jugs, and taupe floor tiles. Sitting alone in the cracked, white, brick walled corner sits an ancient abandoned vacuum sweeper.
The floor of this room is pulsing with a cold lifeless energy. There’s a plot that marks the area where it had been filled in with six feet of grainy concrete that preserved a buried staircase which crawled steeply downward into another room. The outline of the plot is rectangular in shape and covers about a 3x5 foot area. Around the edges of the rectangular design it appears cracked and split, like water-logged paint that has bubbled up and baked out in the sun for days.
Here is a local music talent and friend, Mathew J. Rygol: RygolBeatz - Omaha, NE and Las Vegas, Nevada.. enjoy your face off to these beatz!
http://soundcloud.com/rygol/tracks?page=1
Here's his About:
Deep Bass Driven RygolBeatz. Lets Go on the random roller coaster through soundwaves ;) NEVER know what youll end up hearing :) Not only passionate about production, Everyday spent is another day towards my Dreams <3 High energy-Work Flow, even more high energy live performance with an akai apc40. Cant quite put my foot on which genre i play..I love taking my audience through a unique spectrum of beats, sounds, and stories..STAY TUNED for my best yet ;)
Chase the Rabbit
http://soundcloud.com/rygol/chase-the-rabbit-live-jam
The above photos were taken during my camping trip in June--Haruko is queen of the mountain! (or large dirt hill haha)
This story is a narrative about the first day I met my dog Haruko..
I have a longer more interesting version of the story, but didn't want to make too long of a post
ENJOY!
Haruko
The phone rang and I jumped up out of my state of relaxation. I was sitting on the back deck at my house in mid-afternoon on a Saturday, enjoying a cup of coffee and a cigarette. It was an unknown number, and not knowing who it could possibly be on the other end of the receiver I was a little cautious. It was a woman’s voice identifying herself as my roommate’s sister. She was calling to tell me that the puppy I had wanted was ready to be picked up. She also told me that my roommate (her sister) forgot to ask me to come get her and they wanted me to get the dog several weeks ago. She also kindly told me that if I did not come get the puppy right now, that her family would give her to the humane society.
My heart dropped into my stomach and I suddenly felt a little sick. We agreed to meet in the parking lot of a strip mall. I flew out the front door and was in my car driving away before I could take one breath of air. On the way, thoughts began to flood my mind remembering the long wait and thinking that something might go wrong before I arrive and I won’t end up getting the pup. I tried not to think that way, but I had already given up. It seemed that I was hitting every stop light, and getting stuck behind every slow car in the city.
Finally, I arrived. My fears were still running wild, feeling like I may not actually get this little pup. I parked pretty far away from the building, having decided anywhere would work just fine. My heart was racing, knowing she could show up at any moment. I lit a cigarette and started pacing back and forth and half-skipping next to my car. I couldn’t stop smiling and pacing at the same time. It was at this same moment I decided I needed to get in my car and just relax and patiently wait for her to show up.
But I didn’t. I thought I could restrain myself, but the giant smile on my face I had been holding for the last ten minutes kept me in a state of utter eagerness. Nothing could have made me pause for even a moment, except for the pause I took when I saw my friend’s sister pulling into the parking lot. I immediately stomped out my cigarette and tried to maintain my composure, mostly so I wouldn’t scare the new pup with my sheer joy of finally meeting her.
I never knew this dog would ever enter my deck of cards and I could hardly keep a straight face about it. My friend’s sister stepped outside the car carefully holding the small pup wrapped in a blanket like a little baby. I saw her and my heart dissolved into a state of joyful relaxation. The young pup didn’t even look real to me. I carefully reached out to let her smell me as I gently patted behind her soft puppy ears.
She then placed the precious pup into my arms, and asked what I would name her. I told her, “Haruko.” She asked what it meant and I told her, “It is Japanese for ‘a child of spring’ because she was born in the spring.” We said our quick goodbyes. I placed Haruko gently into an open box with blankets, on the inside of my car, ready to secure her travel back home. I sat down in the seat of my car and gazed to the right of me where my little Haruko sat next to me. She didn’t look the least bit frightened. She was beautiful and precious and was so calm that there was a moment when I thought she might be too docile and perhaps lack a little bit of personality.
It was in that same thought that Haruko looked up at me dead in the eyes. It was a significant look of a pure sweetness of an angel mixed with an orneriness of the devil, as she made a loud noise confirming, “I’m here!” I laughed out loud with joy and stroked her furry little face. It was a look I would never forget.
One of my local friends, Zetr Oced... More like Facebook friends... We;ve never met in person and don't talk much, but we never really needed to.. because we connect musically..... He's always been kind enough to post a new track on my Facebook wall every month. How thoughtful. It's really pretty sweet. We've talked about collaborating but it never came to fruition.. at least not yet. Enjoy!
