
Dear journal:
-today i twisted my left angle. I was so clumsy and almost trip down the stair. I didn't realized the steps were so short.
-went to some business meeting
-This renders are due tomorrow
last night, i went down to Mesa to meet an old friend with Jay. Of course we were lost, Mesa must be in a different time zone, at 7 pm there were still millions of cars on the road. , I Reminisce about all the time i spent down there. I remember clearly all the road and all the stores i passed by. I went by the library next to a pond, where we were looking for a duck, walking around being bored together... i remember all the streets that we drove on, the road to the wedding, the Walgreen, the road we took to get to that pizza place, I saw the Movie theatres where we saw our last movie together. I can't help but to feel a little sad, Those were good memories, and thats all that's left of it...damn,
I need to find a place with pretty desert flowers and vegatations so that i may take pictures for our renders. ...now where the heck do i start, maybe i ll check out the Botanical Garden this week end. But i got to head to Tucson this saturday morning, so much to do , so little times.
"there are no my other half out there that will complete me, i complete my self."
When you look at this peice of work, the feelings of sorrow and sadness comes to life. Even though the piece itself is drawn to interpret those specific emotions, there is another element that brings it more to life. That element being the state of mind the artist was in during his production of this particular piece. It's as if you can visibly see the sadness within the heart of its creator seep out through his hands and onto canvas. Every stroke or hair defined an element of sadness while every color heighten it's level of sorrow. The hair being blown in the wind and flailing about in unpredicted directions, seem to tell a short lived tale of love and life and its progession to either a happy story or a horrible ending. The figure herself being the one embracing all her past events, whether great or tragic, has no choice but to carry her own burdens and continue the journey of which we call life. Being a person who has lived through trial and error, I feel as if I can empathize with her. Making me realize to remember, live, and learn from the past to make my future a more comfortable time to live. That should be the reason we all shed tears, embrace who we are, and continue through the journey of existance.