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I am very excited to tell you about my favorite space – The Vessel, a tourist attraction in New York City.
EYES wide open
But blinded by the Truth
Exhale my desire; Inhale you
An illusion appears; compromise seems allowed
Then Little by little - I wonder how
What is Beauty ?
Is beauty something we have on the outside
or something deep within
Is it a woman with curves
Or a model that is stick thin
What is Beauty ?
Is it a woman with the bluest eyes
What is the meaning of art?
What draws it from the rest?
What brings it into one's heart,
What makes it pass the test?
Our curiosity strives for the answer,
To this meaning we hope to find.
What is the meaning of art?
What draws it from the rest?
What brings it into one's heart,
What makes it pass the test?
Our curiosity strives for the answer,
To this meaning we hope to find.
My mind—
Which usually perplexes me—
Gets excited by art.
Likes to dunk the world
Into color, and tack
On words
My mind is Narcissus who—
Under the beguiling face
Too many times have I heard people say
"I wish I did that"
I was one of them
Always wishing but never doing
The weight teeters on my shoulders now,made up of things you cannot countbut in sleepless nights, restless days,and so I wonder: should I staythis course to a hazy lesser-known
Ghost machineChemical combinesEssential electronsFlame combustionRed-wired boiling water.
The graphic world is what i need
its a deam that i will make a reality
In my world of graphic design all i need is my mind
And other things
Tools and skills with technology galor
I believe that if you work, you should do something you love.
Follow your passion, take action, and elevate yourself above
that everyday grind. Elevate yourself above that average state of mind.
Walking through crowded Times Square
Look left, look right, there are billboards everywhere
The colors the imagery throws me off beat
One day my designs will plaster these streets
That little Uganda boy
Tripping, falling over glass
Decay and forgotten objects linger
When does it stop?
When do the bruises cease, And absent peace subside from the mind of that little Uganda boy
The rise. The fall. The view above it all.
Action and reaction that's the law.
But what happens if there's nothing there to break the fall
Or if we can't make it up the rise and we're left to crawl.
The busy hustle across the sidewalks
makes a walk turn into a shuffle.
Going from class to class
is nothing short of a puzzle.
As I make my way through the crowds,
I've never felt so alone.
Devising, Drawing, Drafting
Daring to Dream,
Dictating new Designs that haven't been seen.
Evolving Examples,
Efficiently Engineering Excitement,
Establishing and Exanding the world.
