•Artistic memory of Stephanie gifted to me by her family•
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Close to three years ago, I captured this footage of a book I handcrafted in memory of an amazing woman for a family who loved her very much and lost her much to soon. She was a good, kind creative, and very beautiful woman who loved nature and animals. She had a good heart. Making this gave me an opportunity to learn more about a woman who embodied so many wonderful things throughout her life. She truly made a difference while she was on this Earth she respected. It was an honor to gift her family with a mini archive in her memory.
“Karma is experience, and experience creates memory, and memory creates imagination and desire, and desire creates karma again. If I buy a cup of coffee, that’s karma. I now have that memory that might give me the potential desire for having cappuccino, and I walk into Starbucks, and there’s karma all over again.” ☆Deepak Chopra
—The complexity of my mind equally matches the complexity of my coffee. Deepak is aware of the symbolic ingredients which can inspire a true master piece.—
Here is a timelapse of an acrylic painting I finished tonight for Brandee, David and Lil Pumpkin. I could have easily printed this, but I wanted it to be handmade and special. I thought about them the whole time from 10.1 thru 10.17 each night when I worked on it.
Tonight she came over to see it and other things I’ve made her. She told me she loved it and that the things I’ve made are just what she wanted. That makes me feel good. Love goes into everything I do. These things are for their baby shower this weekend.
The idea for this poem was originally drafted as a placeholder within WordPress in 2018, inspired by a SciShow episode. The episode was titled “5 Things Humans Got Really Wrong About Our Bodies.” That night, I drafted the idea to write a poem when I learned about Miasma theory. This is an aged medical theory about air… or “bad air” if you will. Also known as “night air,” Miasma theorists concluded breathing it could lead to the Black Death and other diseases. Tonight… I followed through on the idea and crafted a poem.
noxious fumes of bad air drift pushing past the barrier
real love floats false friendship sinks into a ghost of what you were
miasmal dream a ghastly sight straight poisonous and untold
history was made it’s there to keep know the night air will be cold
noxious fumes of bad air drift pushing past the barrier
real love floats false friendship sinks into a ghost of what you were
Here’s my son recieving training this summer from an intern who is a freshman at UNM. He’s learning how to work at the Santa Fe Children’s Museum. He’s been going there since he was a young child and it’s such a great place. It is important to me to raise a thoughtful, creative, cultured child, whom could give back to his community.
This summer I decided it was time to take active steps in teaching him how to develop a good work ethic. We both became official volunteers at the Santa Fe Children’s Museum. What a great way to give back and teach kids something valuable in the process!
“Life is a full circle, widening until it joins the circle motions of the infinite.”
▪︎-Anais Nin
▪︎I once stood in this place as a high school student… the Poeh Culture Center… in my hometown… longing to belong to this cultural institution. Today I am able to provide knowledge there driven by two decades of experience. Life always comes full circle. Trust… you are always in that place which God intended you to be at any given moment.▪︎
This was that time we had a superbowl party for the gym peeps. Thank you to Monique for taking these pictures! I dropped a slammin’ shrimp cocktail bar is one thing I know. Who played again tho?
A while back I cleaned up my desk at home and found these white papers. I printed them like four or five years ago. At that moment, I realized I had implemented and have made sum scholarly gainz.
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