Words for me

  I called my cat Woo because he was white, I am not good with names. So forgive me for my title... Redefining Beauty As an artist that hates to be called that, I find my inspiration in beauty. In beauty and love, but the love I write about can be labeled as a beautiful kind of love. Or at least that is what kind of love I hope I describe in my writing.  But this will not be similar to what I have written in the past. You see, as I wrote about my life, and photographed the moments that I experienced I did not know that I was losing my idea of what I described as beauty. Not until it was gone did I realize I had of course been chasing something I already had, like a dog chasing their tail. How stupid was I to run in circles hoping to catch the figment of perfect beauty that was already around me. So with these words I hope to describe my experience so that:  One, you learn  and  Two, I learn. Part One:  What it used to be, was a lie. That is probably a stron...

  We are Jack and Rose from the Titanic. The universe is spread out before us, and we are on top of the world. Feel the wind beneath your fingertips and smell the sweet taste of infinity. You love me and I love you, so let us chase the end of the world and achieve whatever we put our hearts to. Listen to the sound of the band playing, they know every song we could ever want and taste the foods the cooks prepared just for us. We eat on gold plated dishes and dance beneath chandlers that would make even the stars jealous. Hold my hand as we walk down marble hallways and wear the softest silk. In this moment, time is frozen, the ship's propeller has stopped spinning, the flag has stopped waving, the water has stopped flowing, we are still in this moment. No golden plates, no marbled hallways, no sounds or smells. Just me and you, and you are beautiful.  But time is not forgiving. And the world continues, so I won't tell you that the Titanic is beautiful and you are breathtaking. ...