Friday, August 1, 2014

How Many F@&%ing Toads

This doodle is inspired by the state of consciousness that resides in a growing world of instant gratification and distraction. Which leads me to ponder if a "Prince/ Golden Toad" still lives among the the millions of toads.

What do you value? Is it honor, loyalty, a sense of deep spiritual understanding, inner connectedness or none of the above? What is it for you?

I do wonder how the next generation along with mine will fair when everything in mainstream media disregards the very values & characteristics that make investing into another person desirable.

My advise is this... Get to know you!  Take yourself places. Face your discomforts and grow! When someone worth while who resonates on your level or higher comes along you'll know... and since you've invested in yourself your radar for what you will and will not accept will be more fine tuned.

All I can say ladies and gents is live from your Worthiness! Nurture, explore and celebrate your inner kingdom! (Got a few more drawings from this doodle session which I may post later.) Peace

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Maya Angelou April 4, 1928 - May 28, 2014

Still I Rise

Maya Angelou1928
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Friday, May 9, 2014

Untitled Map Drawing

This crayon drawing was created shortly after pondering how one comes to a specific conclusion. The only straight line in this entire map of crossed connections and disconnections is the truth... which is often obscured by the viewers intertwined lines of perspective, communication and understanding.

Plant a Victory Garden