Remember Me


“We may place blame, give reasons, and even have excuses; but in the end, it is an act of cowardice to not follow your dreams.”
Steve Maraboli

I remembered something today. It wasn’t a random memory, nor was it a moment of time that sits in the depth of mind. It was me. I remembered myself.

I remembered the child that I was. I remembered the love that I had for life, seeing the world through adventurous eyes of wonder. I remembered how free I felt when riding my bike up the hill, away from home. I recalled sitting in the grass, looking out over wide pasture and roaming horses. Then I remembered something else.

I remembered when I first realized that I was an artist. Or, more correctly put, I remembered when I knew that I was good at drawing. I remembered how naturally it came to me, how naturally the pencil felt pressed firmly against my index finger. Even today, a calloused indention sits prominently, constantly reminding me how I’ve always held the pen.

I remember my first drawing that I looked upon and realized I’d found a divine gift. It was a simple sketch of a horse. If I still had the drawing today I’m sure it would look foreign, bizarre and childlike to me. It wouldn’t be evidence that I’d be a great artist, or even a mediocre one later in life.. But I’m sure that anyone would be able to tell that it was a damn horse.

Standing in front of the mirror I remembered these things. I remembered me. Looking into my own eyes I revisited that time when I certainly knew what I was good at, when my dreams first formed.

Then I remembered something else.

I remembered when I forgot my dreams, when I decided to settle for a normal “stable” life. I remember all the voices that told me artists starve, that you can’t make a living off of a hobby and that most artists die poor and penniless. I remembered when a counselor once told me that I had to start thinking about my future, and I should choose something that I could succeed at, aside from my artistic endeavors.

I chose the path of survival. And since that time I’ve worked in various industries, hoping to find a niche, hoping to make a living. But at every job I’ve been near to miserable, feeling the life being sucked out of me, my creative spirit barely able to breathe through the cloud of smoke that I inhale.

I put away the canvas, I threw out the paints and the brushes. I didn’t touch a brush to a canvas, or a pencil to paper for the better part of a decade. It’s only been within the past few years have I embraced my dreams and passions once again.

Then I remembered the most important thing of all.

I’ve always been that child. The same child with eyes of adventure, with a passion for nature and travel, with a passion for life. I’m still that same child whose favorite thing was his telescope and his drafting table. I’m still that same child who looked through the lens for the first time at the passing of Halley’s comet. I’m still that same child who drew a wild mustang and said.. Wow.

I remembered getting better at art and finding a new passion for writing, getting my first desk and writing and illustrating a twenty page story just because my desk was new and that’s what you’re supposed to do at a desk. I remembered exploring new places beyond the creek which ran near my home then drawing and writing about them.

Today I remembered myself. I remembered my passion. I remembered my original sphere. I looked upon the footprints which brought me here to where I am today and realized, life is about living your dreams. It can’t be any other way.

We should all look at our own reflections, look deep into our own eyes and remember our truest loves, our most divine gifts, inspirations and passions. These simple things will forever guide us to our greatest moments, and into the beautiful life that we all deserve to live.

Remember yourself. Remember life.


Charmed Chaos

Add a little Chaos to the mix…

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IMG_1703“You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.”
Friedrich Nietzsche

I’ve always been told that art needs to be comprehensible, that people should be able to understand it. But really, if you look at the variety of artwork in the world, not just contemporary art, but at all art over generations of time, much of it is not comprehensible. I’d say that either way, it is all interpret-able, maybe.

When I first started painting, and even back when I was drawing, doodling and sketching at a young age, I recall never having a goal. I never had a particular aim other than to just create something appealing to the eye. I never knew where to start and I didn’t know when I would be done. I just began and allowed the pencil or the brush to take me into another world.

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The New

Enjoy 2016 and all it brings… Happy New Year :)

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IMG_2504“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.” ~ T.S. Elliot

Goals are fun to set, especially during the first days of the New Year. We see it all over. People buy new things, healthy things; things that help one quit smoking or things that count steps and monitor heart-rates, things that uplift and empower and things that inspire a healthy body and mind. For some reason, the New Year, this random day is as symbolic as the first day of spring, ushering in renewal, rejuvenation and revival.

The gym becomes full, at least for the first month. The walking track gets crowded and the hiking trails become a bit more traveled. Running shoes go out of stock as do most organic health foods. It is truly the time for change. It is…

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The Ground

Remember the background!

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IMG_2459“A painter should begin every canvas with a wash of black, because all things in nature are dark except where exposed by the light.”
Leonardo da Vinci

An artist must create a background. No matter musician, painter, writer, dancer or actor, we all must have a background, a beginning; a point from which our work and our lives begin to live.

The background is more than just a stage or foundation. It is more than a smattering of color in a painting and more than a random coloring of history in a story.

It is more than the melody that threads together the chorus and more than the step that connects the pirouette. It is more than the scenery beyond the actors face, and it is more than the first chord that any musician plays.

The background is the primal voice of our art. It is the first echo…

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Simple Things


“As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler; solitude will not be solitude, poverty will not be poverty, nor weakness weakness.” ― Henry David Thoreau

Simple. Such a word has so many meanings. The word itself speaks to the heart in a way that not many others can. But what does it mean to exist in this frame of thought? How do we embrace the simple sphere?

When I hear this word spoken I think of comfort, a perfect blend of life and spirit. I think of a time when not a care in the world invaded my mind. I think of youth, of carefree days when my only concerns were dreams.

I recall one time in particular near the age of eight, sitting and watching life as it happened just beyond my driveway.

Our house sat at the foot of an upward rolling landscape, free from any development. An older neighborhood sat perched atop the hill but preceding it were open fields of tallgrass. I sat one day looking upward toward the top of the hill, imagining the grassy world was my own kingdom.

I watched as flocks of starlings played in the sky, swooping and fluttering in patterns, making shapes only they knew to make in perfect unison. The movement was simple, it was life flowing in accord with nature’s will.

I watched at the grass blew in a respectful bend with the wind and remember thinking how beautiful it might be to be the wind, to be as simple as such an amazing force. I wished to float atop the grass and move as each blade would, to touch the top of the hill and then again be blown on down to tumble in the soft caress of mother wind.

We are all like the wind in some way, blowing from one place to another, moving life around as we touch it. We are truly this way. We are all truly simple.

As I’ve grown older it seems harder and harder to reach that uninterrupted state of simple wishfulness, of simple thoughts and of simple dreams. But, these are always with me.

We push forward continuously, always changing, always learning, growing and living. But do we ever stop to recognize the simple?

Our busy lives remove us from simplicity, from that purity of thought too often. We worry, we care, we wish and we struggle to stay afloat at times. We live a life full of so many ideas, patterns, routines and structure, yet the lives we live are starved of the simplicity that the heart desires.

The canvas of our lives is painted each day by the simple wishes of the heart, though most often we’re blind to the light that shines upon it.

We should all take the time to visit the simple sphere, to wash ourselves within the heart of life. Only then will we open ourselves to the natural beauty that surrounds our lives, no matter what our dealings may be at the time.

Revisit the simple moments of your life. Reclaim the comfort of that tossed away memory and you will soon see the smile that you once held.

As we move throughout our own personal, worldly spheres, we must remind ourselves of our heart’s command. We all have a simple nature, a simple dream and a simple gift. Let us move to open this treasure once more and once again live through soft eyes, and simple grace.


The Art of Line

Finding the line today… Follow if you can.

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IMG_2418The line that describes the beautiful is elliptical. It has simplicity and constant change. It cannot be described by a compass, and it changes direction at every one of its points. ~ Rudolf Arnheim

We are all welcome here, within the art of line.

The line is full of motion. What seems plainly straight is more full of movement than one can see. Line carries with it inertia, the line is artful inertia. It moves and leads the eye, the heart and the rhythm of life around it.

One line can form two, and two can form several. Three lines can intersect, forming sacred geometry. All lines have this form, though they are not simply linear. The move both forward and backward, through time and across the mind. The line becomes what one sees and lives in memory.

This line is infinite; never starting and never stopping. It moves beyond…

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Finding the source is essential in all things..

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IMG_2395“Because when I dream, I feel no fear,
And when I am fearless, I am my most creative self.” ― Nikki Rowe

I, like many other artists, often find myself staring at a blank canvas wondering where to start, how to begin, where to place the brush or which angle to approach. This can be frustrating. But, it is a part of what we do. When this happens we must look deep within and find what we are missing. Sometimes, we can see it staring right back at us. This is the art of finding the source.

The funny part about being an artist is that when we openly express creatively, we most often go blindly into a piece without visualizing the end result. And, many times, even when we have an idea or a visualized concept, halfway through it we change direction, we change color, we might even turn…

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Thankful Thoughts


“Do not indulge in dreams of having what you have not, but reckon up the chief of the blessings you do possess, and then thankfully remember how you would crave for them if they were not yours.”                                              ― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

A sphere of gratitude opens the heart to the world of thanks and of giving. It is within this sphere where we find our most innocent appreciation and our most sincere gratefulness for all the gifts and blessings in our lives.

It means a lot these days, and every day, to be thankful. As we’ve entered into this holiday season, many of us still within the arms of family, many others traveling and making plans for Christmas, we should all pause to truly understand what we should be thankful for.

Life would be stagnant without thanks. It would not move beyond the film of our eyes. In giving thanks and paying respect we not only open our hearts, we become aware of our lives and the people in it.

What does it mean to be thankful? This is a question most never ask of themselves. And though the answer might seem simple to some, it lives in a deeper understanding of life, in the most intimate spaces of our hearts.

Personally, I’m thankful for life itself, for everyone in my life both nearby and far. I’m thankful for those I speak to and for those I know but have yet to hear their voices. I’m thankful for this platform, this creative space that I love and for all of you who care to read my words and take to time to express your thoughts. I’m thankful for the experiences that have shaped my mind and opened my heart. I’m thankful for all of these things, but so much more.

I’m thankful because, through my gratefulness, I can see the reason why I seek for peace and truth. I can see why the world is beautiful and I can see how so many of us strive to make it a beautiful place. I can see the horizons of love and of altruistic companionship. I can see all brothers and sisters embracing beyond the steps of this present moment. I can see life as it is and as it happens.

In this holiday season, take time to truly think about what you are thankful for and remember why you’re thankful. It is through this awareness that we understand our lives and the lives of others.

We can touch so many lives and uplift so many hearts with just a simple word, with just a simple glance. As we all walk our own paths, I pray that we become grateful for all things we pass.

Happy Holidays, and Thank You All.


Life in Contrast

A little awareness of contrast goes a long way..

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IMG_2353“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.” ― John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America

Contrast is part of life, and we truly live in a life of contrast. However, what appears to us as strikingly different, what appears to us as a simple juxtaposition of black and white are really two of the same. It is within the one shade that we can find two.

We should all explore the contrast as it applies to our lives. We artists use contrast to evoke distinction and clarity within a piece. We writers use contrast to shade the personality of a character against his peers, his struggles or in completion of his goal. Within one form, we can always find two, contrasted throughout time.

Contrast dances in unison with one purpose. This simplicity differentiates the part from the whole…

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“Without love, our earth is a tomb” ― Robert Browning

A person feels many things. We feel our own feelings well, along with the feelings of others through subtle vibration. Through our hearts we cultivate and empower empathy, compassion and reason for those near to us. But, we also feel the world. We feel the call of those far away voices that we cannot hear with ears alone. This sensation is a low rumble in the heartmind, but it surely can be felt through a sphere of simple awareness.

I say we all can feel the call of the world. We feel its pain, its joy and its blanket of thought, chaotic at times, as the noise of emotion crashes and penetrates us. But, even though we may not be completely aware of it, the world is completely aware of us.

Despite the desire for peace, it is apparent that the world cries. The world is sad. It is scared.

I feel it easily. I feel how so many even in the face of peaceful desires are wrenched with disgust, tormented by fear and pained by the atrocity that looms across the globe.

We are all beacons of emotion. We put out into the world what we desire, what we wish and how we feel. We do this with the heart. This magnificent center of power pulsates with the soul and speaks to ether. We are broadcasting our most intimate emotions and desires at all times.

In times of hardship, we must all come back to the center, to the singularity of life. This is the singularity of love. It is the only power strong enough to mute the pain that the world feels collectively. We must resonate with this loving vibration if we are to live together in this sphere.

To hear the call of the world is a blessing. To hear those distant soft hearts wishing for peace brings a true duty to us all to help in any way possible. We can do this in many ways.

We must start within. We must resonate with the vibration of love, peace and compassion. Only from within can we help others. We can do this not only through heartfelt words and prayers, but through simple thought and rightful intention.

Always remain aware that what we feel, we project. What we project affects others, even though we may not realize it at the time.

Be the center for quiet love in the house of your heart and mind. This will transcend the woes of the world and heal the wounds of all.

Resonate, and free the world.