Week 1- Inspirations

The mask and look of life. The point to look straight into our eyes; their eyes. Into your soul, their soul; and show the world. This is me. I am not afraid. The authentic faded not true colours, shows the rawness and beauty for what it is not what someone wants you to think it is. It's real, you are real. You are what you are. The buildings and the surroundings and friends. They understand and reflect personalities and are loyal to us. Thats why his jacket is not closed, he isn't afraid. He's showing his true real side. Don't ever be afraid to show who you are. Fuck what everyone else thinks. I love purity. People being true to themselves and to the world.

Can you read it? I think thats the point. The feeling. The moment. The blurred lines, that makes no sense make sense, right? Its not complete, but it is complete, I love that feeling in a picture. The moment it takes it with you. Thats what we crave! Look closely, the blue lines, break it down. What is it trying to do to your eyes? Its only ink on paper...

Laughing to hard to tell the bus driver I pressed the bell for the wrong stop left me walking an extra 1/2 a mile. I crossed paths with this wall on the subway, reminding me that 'we are slaves to our debts'. What couldn't be truer. We are slaves to our air, food, dreams, money, goals. We are all slaves. The aesthetic of the atmosphere of the path suited everything of my style. Dinged, flickering lights, sprayed walls. Low, dull ceilings. Bricked walls. Lifeless colour. It left me thinking, are we living?

What is he thinking? The scribbled lighted mess and words, and lines transfer the blue energy into the room. Creating a sheet of colour and thoughts trapped inside. It's mysterious and raw. It's not made to look pretty, it is what it is. This is one of my favourite images because nobody is trying.

Loosing control. Movement. Something it shouldn't be. The structure of his body, its not suppose to be like that. I love the body being is shaped and forms its not used to being in. And capturing body movement in sport is very similar. The control within the lack of control. It's Abstract. Black and White. It is what it is. Thats why its black and white.

The mystic blue/green fades you into a serum of worlds. The picture is protected with a sheet of this colour. You see what you want to see. Does is trick you? You believe what you want to believe. I believe there is different worlds, and this is one of them. You are the top boy.

Something in its 'weakest form'. Broken down. Crushed. Dug. Cracked. Smashed. I believe makes you at your your most beautiful form. Although you/it will never look the same, sometimes it transforms you into something better, stronger and more powerful. Only if you let it...