art
exists as an extension of our character and beliefs. it
expresses what normal conversation cannot, and opens our
minds and hearts to ideas that could elude us in another
medium. art reflects how we are made, what we treasure,
and what lies in the subconscious of our innermost being.
here
i've included some expressions of my art through music,
photography, and some writings. i'm probably most proficient
at music, but love to dabble in many areas of art. i
hung up painting when i was a teenager, not long after
my grandpa (baba), a painter/golfer/fisher/clown/magician/lover,
passed away. the heritage of his artistic nature lives
on through me in various forms. i recently ran across
a box full of his paints, brushes and the like, and it
reminded me of him first showing me how to use chalk,
how to hold a paintbrush, how to hold a golf club, how
to cast a fishing rod, and so much more. in everything
he did, whether hobby, art, or otherwise, he seemed to
always be interested in including other people in it.
So those mediums became platforms for relationship.
he taught me a lot about life, and much about love.
wow,
that seems like a lot to say about my baba, but i suppose
it is appropriate as he is the patriarch of the arts in
my family. my parents both are very talented artistically,
mostly musically, and that has also been a great influence.
i
intend to have informal works on here, so things like
unfinished songs, hack photography, and such. i'm abandoning
a bit of the polish for the sake of vulnerability. hopefully
it won't be too painful...
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