Underground Rock

I'm contemplating playing a game of twenty questions with myself for this blog.  After all, I am the person interviewing the Bloggers, Designers, and Illustrators for DeWinter magazine, and since I do have my own blog now, I thought it might be interesting to see how I'd answer my own questions.  I'm in the process of searching through my hard drive for the original questions I sent out for the first issue of the magazine.  Funny thought about those questions, I think I may have scared off a few of the Bloggers with the questions I asked.  I don't think they thought I was going to ask anything deeper than what their favorite color of lipstick is or their favorite brand.  I had to dummy down the questions for the first interviews.  If my sister does get this magazine going, and Bloggers want to be interviewed to be in it, that courtesy will not be extended again.

Spring In Your Step

Simple is as simple does but only rarely and never when it's needed.  Remember, remember it's not the monster under the bed, but the one in your head to fear.  A candle in the dark can be greater than the brightest fire to those whose darkness grows too deep within.

Blinded by the light and gilded in shadow; there is warmth in uncertainty and safety in unanswered questions.  Either victim or perpetrator; if he is not here to find he will not be found.

We do not love those we love for their benefit; we do it for our own. More often then not we love despite the nature of our love and in spite of all the world.

Greetings from New Mexico.  And happy Monday to everyone.

Desert Glow

Life is full of what ifs. It doesn't matter what you do, you'll always have that moment where you ask yourself "What if I had done this instead?"   There are several things I regret in my life, but none to the point of utter despair.   I feed my own soul and fill my own goals; there are angels looking over my shoulder.

Scratch a cynic and you'll find they bleed disappointment. Scratch an optimist and you'll find they do not bleed at all, having yet to learn what disappointment is. Scratch a realist and you'll find they merely bleed… it is the nature of the beast.

We are all mirrors; reflective surfaces wherein the expectations of others are all that can be seen of us. It is rare for anyone to see beyond the reflection to the sight within.   There is no mystery greater than man; we are all enigmas and uncharted territory to each other.

Chaos is a butterfly, and tomorrow is another day but yesterday is irreplaceable.

Super Bowl party with good friends Andrew and Cory.

These are the Sunday Game Night guys, minus a few bodies:  Mark, Drew, Cory, and Bruce.  Bruce was kind enough to invite us all to his parent's home in Tijeras for a Super Bowl party.  His father and mother are incredibly sweet and very kind, they allowed me to take pictures for this blog, and they have invited me back in the spring time to do more fashion pictures.  The area that surrounds their home is gorgeous, and there are so many places to play.  It's going to be a fun time.  I had an amazingly good night last night.  Though I am disappointed by the outcome, I didn't want the Ravens to win, it was still a very memorable Super Bowl.

Earning My Stripes

An artist does not just paint a picture; he studies his subject, learns not just form and movement, but attitude and nature.  It lacks a certain courage to walk in another's shadow. It is far easier to cast a shadow than to mind its passage; those who walk in shadow are silent in their toil.  It is ironic, isn't it? You and I are nothing alike in experience or temperament and yet, it seems that some of the same ghosts haunt me as do you.  Fear is fine, it is probably sensible as it will keep you sharp, but remember what you live for, or you are no better than a shade.  I cannot turn back the clock and erase all the hurt that has been, neither can I prevent the dawning of tomorrow. Time is not mine to steal away and hold locked up for fear of failing. Yet today, in this one moment of pink and blue and gold and scarlet, I can create a memory that will never fade.  If words are but the accents of action then my performance is merely a memory of all I dream to be. My act is never done and my sleep is rarely peaceful.  I talk to the moon and the darkest night. I confess my heart to the indifferent stars; in the hours of the shadows I am truthful. The moon alone holds all my secrets.  The quill and ink are the greatest and most deadly of all weapons; prose is my sword and words form the garrisons of my mighty army.  I am alone in victory and my enemy wears a smile.  If I die tomorrow, how would you know that I lived?  There are those who watch and those that do and then there are those who don't and those who won't; I would sooner walk my own path. Do or die, I will decide.

Turquoise and Sand

It's interesting, and a very me thing, but when I'm at a loss for words I read more.  My go to books, to cure writer's block, the Dictionary or a Thesaurus.  There is something about seeing words that ignite inspiration.  It's a characteristic that my teacher pulled out of me.  My Creative Writing Teacher used to give the class challenges, and most of them were word challenges.  There would be words written on the board when we walked in to our classroom.  The teacher would require the class to come up with blurbs or drabbles.  We would be given a time limit and a word count.  Sometimes we would work in groups and sometimes we worked as individuals.  It was the majority of our grade.

The word challenge: 

Strength:  She see strength in all those around her.  He watches and keeps his to lend, for not all strength comes from a clenched fist.

Hurricane:  Wrapped in armor, she is a storm to overtake the world, that wreaks havoc and takes vengeance on any foolish enough to wander into her path.  Wrapped in nothing but night and firelight and the scars that are not privileged for sight, she is a blade with no edges, that shines for him and him alone.

When I struggle I give myself a list of ten words, any ten words, and I make something out of those words.