Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it’ll shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
There it is, the cup of golden beverage called espresso. Every morning that I wake up for it is every morning that I wake up for what I am passionate about. Because, again, if I don’t do that, I don’t do life.
Ever happened in life. Very long time ago. I was taught to follow my passion. Now the very ones who told me to follow my passion are the ones who against it, making passion such a source of pain. But if that what it takes to follow my passion, I’ll take it. Because if I don’t do that, I don’t do life.
I literally took a long trip by bus for fifthy hours. I intentionally did that to figure out something that bothered me from within.
Along the way, my emotions fluctuated as I reflected on my past, present and future. They went up and down, up and down. But they always came back to one thing that I didn’t know what it is.
No, not that I didn’t know what it is. I always know what it is. It’s just hurting me so bad that i pretended as if I didn’t know what it is.
Passion that is. It is irrestistible. It is painful. It is uncomforable. But if I don’t do that, I don’t do life.
that I may define my own serenity. Doesn’t have to be fancy. Doesn’t have to be expensive.
that I can create my own serenity. Doesn’t have to be fancy. Doesn’t have to be expensive.
Vase of Flowers, 2019 – Formica, acrylic paint on epoxy resin, fiberglass, oil paint, wood panel, stainless steel frame – Photo credit: Matthew Kroening – Courtesy of Grimm Gallery
“I capture three flowers. First flower sees. Second flower hears. Third flower does both see and hear. The third flower is probably a good listener, it looks attentive.”