truth about him from the eyes of a fern
i saw him painting yellow in the rain.
weathered with moss and pale patches that looked like a gutter with massive, dried toothpaste stains - the wall of the dull, intrusive cellphone tower caught my interest, one day.
first, i noticed the great portion of soothing blue that began to mask the ugliness, then i was quickly enchanted by the yellow—the colour of that good, beloved kind of powdered curry. i was D R A W N. through the back glass, i managed to see only an afro—glorious in the rain. the taxi ripped me away from the scene—curious, inspired, intrigued.
but i found out. thanks, Dani :) it was KRISTON BANFIELD.
for all his life, and nineteen of mine, Kriston Banfield and i were “neighbours”. he is now 20 and laughed when i divulged my occasional “give one” or “take one” formula for sharing my age. but i stated it honestly. it was not important for me to cheat youth or maturity in that instance.
we walked for a bit in the rain while i tried to regulate my excitement that he was a new source of inspiration for me, and i hope, the community.
his vibrant, enlightened beings will share spaces along the lengthy one-way-in-one-way-out road in my “Past de Lighthouse” community. i allow myself to be carried away with my own sentimentality and be persuaded that the fantastic, emulsified characters will move people to appreciate this public form of expression. perhaps it will encourage them to relay their own positive messages, activating a new sense of pride in the valley.
Banfield’s animated use of colour and his kinetic lines constitute energy, movement and change. they communicate and evoke so many thoughts and possibilities, to me.
i am in full support of what he is doing and am grateful that he is taking time and showing interest in doing it here, in “de bush”—in Santa Cruz. FULL RESPECT TO THIS POSITIVE YOUTH. he real kewl too. check out his blog: http://kbanfield.tumblr.com/
Light.
Not enough. Simple. We do nothing therefore we are remembered for nothing. But that has to change. Let's change that. Look out for more content from me. I'll do my part.
and my mum wants to have a flower garden... not gonna design that for her if scary ass bugs like that gonna be all up in it!
solitude found amidst chaos.
making big waves with little splashes.
Progression into the night, expelling my thoughts. WIP.
Yuh wah some #sorrel awa? #freshstart sorrel #drink #christmas is around the corner. (at Golden Bell Korean Resturant)
How do I begin this? I realised I just did. Thought is inevitably what we are all bound by. I mean, think about it.
We all have the opportunity to think, no matter how small the window. Thus, no action can be formed without actually thinking. So next time you think before you act, think before AND after you think before you act. Just something for us to all think about.
Do not allow yourself to run away from the power of your mind... But more on that next time.
On the other side of time. I found my self in the belly of a hundred-year-old clock tower, the gears frozen in time. I saw glimpses of the past in the cobwebs and graffiti and dust. Yet when I looked through the crack in the glass of clock's face i saw a future that spread out over the open savannah, endless opportunities, all from an uplifted perspective.
This is what I do on the daily. #product #photography #work #seamlessbackground. Still got so much edits to do tho! Big up #canon cuz my ole faithful #rebelt2i still hanging in there. #denim #grip
IMO, an artist is someone who creates from within their very spirit and soul... with every motivation secondary to the base desire to cover your canvas (whatever your artform may be) with the very essence of your being. An artist does not talk about being an artist. An artist does not call oneself an artist neither should one expect to be recognised as such.
An artist creates.
Not without purpose or without message ingrained... That is a byproduct of your influences and environment... but at its core, pure creation and your very DNA.
Create.
Drawing on the walls of the universe so they'll remember me forever. Creativity is Needed.
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