death by paper cut











{October 3, 2008}   Itching

its late. i’m tired, but i’m fighting the sleep just because i finally have the luxury of not working or bringing home work for the weekend.

i just watched some LA Ink. i want to be a tattoo artist.

i need to work on a creative outlet. i need the space and time to take it up as a serious hobby whatever “it” is.

i suspect that i’ve taken to painting my own face because of the want of creative expression. the blending with brushes and palette makes me tick.

i’ve painted wall murals. i’ve painted masks. i’ve designed and painted backdrop for productions. mostly on assignment.

the poetry and photography that i dabble with are art forms in their own right, but i also yearn to work with pigments, mixing it, applying it, transforming it with my twisted point of view.

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