Oh this is all kinds of messed up....yet almost good.

Vast quantities of open ended conversations, held by the circulation of small talk, may have spun itself a web of nothing short of confusion. Sometimes an image can speak for itself, hidden behind the paint like the Mona Lisa…these are the words that are never spoken, but an inscription that lies between the lines of there and now. You can not judge a gold chain by its weight, strain or its craftsmanship. Nor could you take the value of what the Italian dealer is trying to have you spend. A rock quarry could have the same value, its all about the secret that lies beneath the stone.
How about the desecration of any of you once knew, There was a vision based on this. A real doozy of a concept in fact. Was a premonition of a demon taking over a body, a body that was once simply plain, the demon exhausted its power and turned that being into a blissful piece of work. Both desired by woman or man the creature neither female nor male, became a supreme soul. Exacerbation washed away from an untimely affair, this new being was now neither living nor dead, drifting within a world of its own. The demon which entombed itself worked as a masterful conscience, the host being completely aware of the technology behind its new thought process. Ruled by both God and the Devil, which in the end was found to be a team of 2 individuals working in a harmonious manner. The theory stood something on a ground like this: God was the creator…a pilot…The Devil (let’s call him/her Lucifer) Lucifer completing the flight as a co pilot. Together creating life and putting them here as there little snow globe of wonders. This new being was a suicide case. Giving back a gift they were giving, now this was an insult to the flight plan. So therefore there are classes of which these cases can be handled. In this case the pilot gave the subject/being a task to evolve with that may have been too much to handle. (God is in this case somewhat human, therefore is also prone to imperfection and mistakes). So this pilot made a huge misjudgment in the aerodynamics of this flight plan. It was now the co pilots job to retrace the map and make a judgment based on the pilots error. Now of course the pilot and co pilot can not always be present to fix a situation therefore they have underdogs…the angels and demons…in this case we will refer to them as stewardess. So this suicide was the pilots misdirection, the judgment call said that there is a chance that instead of parachuting this individual into the middle of nowhere the airlines would give the passenger a second chance. So thus comes about….a Demon.sterwardist was cast down and thrown inside this human form. Undertaking the vow between the co pilot and the airlines to serve as a dutiful ally.
You still with me?????
In this particular theory the Devil is not all bad….Sometimes even his/her little bugger spawn get all twisted up….becoming terrorists. So now that this underdog has possessed this body there is a binding contract. The suicide case becomes possessed and the possessor now has a mission not only to save the soul God messed up, but to use the human as a counter attack to check up on these little bugger spawns trampling the earth to make trouble. With this all being said that being is now supreme because it holds the full force of the airline authority. Here on earth is like one big plane and everyone is a passenger. This being has power protected, patented and proved by the airlines and is authorized to use deadly force should that be necessary. At the end of the natural human life for this being, should the contract be fulfilled and the demon does a correct procedure of direction this being will now have the golden ticket to the 6006 mile high club to where ever it needs to go.
Let’s put in place some of the alternative actions. Unfortunately there was a manufacturing glitch when the Devil/Lucifer had his little minion built, again partial human and very susceptiable to mistakes. Sometimes when let loose into another realm these demons when collided with the wrong human can become ticking time bombs that can act like an Al Queada against God…..That’s where all the confusion of good and evil comes from….lets face it objectively speaking and pushing human nature aside there is no such thing. God and the Devil gave us a gift, called the thought process, it’s a snow globe, ya shake it and the scene is never the same….(a subject for another time).
So in hopes that this human actually has a functional common sense set up there should be no problems with communication. Mostly the demons that turn out to be rotters Lucifer the co pilot has lost control of….given why he and god are flying a plane…trying to restore the Zen…..all the mean while dealing the paradise and the mechanical organisms of life they created…talk about multi tasking.
Ok we are getting into a slightly deeper topic….lets take a few steps back to the original vision.
Another factor the pilot and co pilot forgot to write in the airline’s book of policies and procedures…was the fact that in creating human life with some similar attributes of there own they kinda side swiped evolution and made a nasty little mess for themselves. Minds evolve just like technology. Therefore the colony on earth they created got smarter and they let down the secrecy walls a bit. Wasn’t long before people…in particular those who study the airline manual would catch on to the inner workings. These pilots thought they were being sneaking when they in scripted little magick codes into their manufacturing labels…HA!....guess what guys we caught on. Which brings me to this….Now that this subject has been possessed…or let’s say guided into to righteousness. The norm of the population of the religious genre recognize they are out there. They don’t know how, they don’t know why, but to them it’s dangerous. Ignorance is bliss I tell ya. So these guys..let’s call them the delusional….They set themselves out on a mission to send the underdogs back to where they originated. The encoding on the manufacturing label, the policies and procedure manual (the bible) takes a real keen individual to decipher. And like all codes is often misinterpret. Again another big goober these pilots made. So now not only is this subject being hunted by the delusional it also has to keep with its original plan of sough ting out the little bugger spawn and send them back to the factory, as well as redeem themselves for throwing the peanuts back at the airline.
Now here’s the kicker. The pilots realize the system is about to overload. They got terrorists trying to bring down the plane, dropping people off, fixing their wrongs as they go, but now that they have sent the stewardess downstairs they are having to watch their asses to. So the solution is to pick out a prophet….or in this case a sucker…(lol). This is yet another human who becomes a special person to serve and protect and watch out for the underdogs, because sometimes even a demon cant see a curve ball coming. This prophet kinda works like a referee trying to make sure the process goes as planned and is smooth sailing. Another glitch pops up…this prophet is given his instructions through the delusional which unfortunately becomes the garbled messengers for the pilots. Not really a tidy system but humans are smart and as stated before they figure things out quickly…all about the common sense man.
The vision is almost over for now…bare with me.
So this is where shit gets really weird…This prophet is sent out by the delusional to go get this subject bring them back to “holy land” and they will send the subject’s inner motives back to hell….However in most situations the stewardess has no choice but to stop drop and roll….a rule is broken. The demon shows its face value to protect it’s mission and in a really uncanny way which can occur in many aspects of trade the prophet is set right, which brings us to the war. Now that the prophet has seen the beauty of the pilots skills, he is forced to go against original orders, which if you remember was a garbled mess to begin with. Now you got delusional pissed off because there prodigal son has denied them and you got one screwed up human who knows he’s a prophet and is now working for the Devil. Keep in mind this is just the start. Would make a pretty cool movie.

Just a theory ya know.

See what happens when you are left home all by yourself during the day while doing laundry…..Damn I wasn’t even stoned….cool…..lol.

Out with the old...In with the New.

So we are finally moved and headed into another chapter with a new start.....So far I can say that we ain't moving for a very long time. I was having fun with it...until it came to the crunch line. By far that was the most stressful move Ive been through yet....But now I sit here at my pooter desk and look around amoung half opened boxes....and I love it here.....Its so beautiful, feels nice that some hard work paid off. That at this age I live in something so pristine and nice. Feels good that my daughter will have a very decent place to grow in. Have lots of thank yous to give out to some people who helped us get here...They know who they are and thanks again so much.

Anyways Dan and I took a walk around here the other day and I got some pretty cool shots of the house and such...

Life will be busy with balancing work schedules and trying to get the University act together. We have Thanksgiving dinners to get to and with Christmas just around the corner there will be lots to keep us busy.

WOW!

Well I be derned!....So a shot in the water landed me something pretty cool.....Off Centre Magazine is gonna do a profile/story on my work.....All I did was reply to an ad in the paper and he were are....Im pretty pumped about it.
Also Dan and I found an amazingly great condo....We are biting our fingernails waiting for the call or email as to if we got it.

Either than that we are busy as stink.....moving, packing, worker, and all that fun stuff.

CrASh cOuRSe GoTHisM - #1

I had mentioned previously that here slowly I would start walking some of you viewers through the understandings and some inner workings of goth. Although at 11 years into the trade myself I still have much to learn. This is a concept that will take a substantial amount of time to grasp. I will put it as easily as I can.

Gothic / Goth / Gothism : By definition means an assortment of people consisting of many sub - styles and genres within am alternative sub - society / type. Those whom wave between both light and dark, neither good nor evil. Those who see the darker side of life as a brighter side. Those who find homage in a paceful envirnoment of self express and alternative spiritual beliefs. A non conformist. Gothic based on the origins of pain, grief, happiness, destruction, plague, poverty, wealth, balance, self evaluation and dedicated studies of the arts.

This is how being a goth was proposed to myself. 11 years ago I did not realize it but I was catagorized in a group of "Babies"...most of which people are found twisted up in a trend that appeals to addolenscene with less than desirab;e upbringings. To a very small percentage they will carry it with them for the rest of their lives, and as they grow into there undead skin they find themselves placed under other subtypes of goth, ones in which suit their beliefs and needs. Not uncommon for one person to be weighted under several sub types. It is also not uncommon to find people who know nothing about goth rather than fashion, whom have very little to no understanding of what goth is....we refer to them as "posers".

Clothing, make up, music, persona, character and presentation plat a huge role in gothism this is what depicts and separates us from the rest of other Sub - types such as "Punks, Reifers, Mobs and Gallorians"....to name a very very short list.

Generally a goth has been stereotyped into being "satan worshippers and dressed in black" which couldnt be farther from the truth. Although black is an important color it isnt the only apparent one. The reason for black is it is a rich color representing wealth either mentally, physically, emotionally or spiritually. Back as early as the 1300's black was not a readily available fabric as the huge amounts of time it would take to dye a tartan such a deep color and the expensiveness of the procedure. As an example in acient Greece the Spartans wore a dark blue showing to their offenders the wealth they held as the darker colors were very expensive. As well as both man and woman wore charcol around there eyes showing no fear....also a rare commodity to afford charcol at that time. The spartans were amoung some of the first gothics.

As I wander in and out of the sub - genres and types of goths you will see many flucuations in change....as the goth grows older some things fade and other things expand, such as knowledge which as a whole for a goth is power.

Some things in which all goths have in common is the freedom and dignity to go about the world with out feeling the fire of judgment, they all love shock value and carry an inner passion for life....this is a true goth....if you ask and they give you this answer or something similar then they are true to who they are. Most goths have an ego that would bury a pound of gold without blinking. Confident and loyal.

There are many magicks (religions) of goth. Most goths have one or many of these belief systems. No different than a Christain being part of a certain divination. This is the part of gothism which can get quite complicated. Spirituality and practicing are huge for a goth, again waving in and out of several types are certain levels. However goth itself is a type of spirituality. Beliefs can vary from witchcraft/wiccan/paganism.....Interluding Druidry, Enochian, Choas Magick, Qabalah, Shamanism, and Thelema or even Christianity.

As mentioned there are lists of types of goths. For example: Lolitas, Gravers, Crypt Kiddies, Romantic, Victorian, White Goths, Vampyres, Vintage, Uber, Traditional, Rivetheads, Mopeys, Metal, Skimpy, Gutters, GothBilly's, Glam, Fetishists, Faery, Death rockers and Cyber Goths.

As you can see they are many and this list again could go on. Sometimes it gets quite difficult to tell the difference as an individual will submerge two or more styles into one of their own.

Although as we speak Im am regenrating my literature I will refer you to an author I have found not too long ago who so far has the ideals of goth pretty down pat and concrete. Many people dazzle themselves around the bush. This guy knows his facts and has done extensive research which I have found in his book. His book is called "Goth Craft" He has a website www.ravendigitalis.com He has some very unquie pictures and a great profile.

On another date I will collaborate and have a better thought out destination in education of the goth for you. This is kind of an overview to give ya something to thing about.

Fae Child

So generally I set out to do a shoot with a specific idea and as all artists experienced or us rookies find that in the end its not quite what you had planned...However the general basis of the idea comes shinning through....Thats what I have displayed here.

This may very well be the start of a series. Its sorta like the Kirsten version of Anne Geddes with a gothic edge....big surprise eh?.....lol.

My poor daughter sat through all of this for over 2 hours which includes the prep time....But let me tell you a 4 year old model is pretty hard to work with.

The shoot is decent and I got some good shots....altho being my worst critic I think it could have been better.

Im still have the lighting issue and still experimenting.

Needless to say I never did get Dan into a shoot 2 weeks ago like I had hoped...but hopefull soon. I would like to do a shoot here before me move.....So soon there wont be much progress here as we get ready to set up house in another city.

Anwyays Khyra and I had a lot of fun tonight...there is makeup, sparkles and silk flowers everywhere....not to mention the 3 juice boxes and cookie crumbs I fed Khyra to keep here going....lol.

I call this shoot "The Fae child"

Ranting kinda harshly. Dont try to understand it...Take from it your own lessons

With all the optimism one can have in this world I never saw this one coming. Give and give, give more, give it all. What was supposed to be left over and taken back? Rudeness? Yelling? Defiance? A cold shoulder? Doubt? In the end as a whole those things don’t really amount to anything at all.
Under the ceramic firing there is a faceless being, one in which can be most desirable. The object of the mask is to hide the truth and let the viewer believe what he or she wants. Portrayal of this is irony, antagonizing only those who find the real figure.
It was a sign that remincsing the pasts are due within the now. Fate sealed itself a fine little contract when that in 84 arrived. It’s a dynasty where history is reapeating itself and regret set’s its nasty feelers in.
A cycle was broken, but it was a surface cycle that’s only a few roots in the ground to change generations of corruption. Who was I? an utterly insane individual in thinking change could and would be in less than half a decade. Lacking in so many departments of fundamental needs, not even an army of people could tackle this project.
Hidden between the lines are dry tears and a frown so permanent it forgot the calculations in conducting a smile.
Not only is the one seeing the pain itself, but the inhabitants of his / her surrounding are very aware, but yet again they say nothing. As if they get off watching the suffering. And you all said you cared…..
Self indulgence is the conviction with the second degree sentence. A term spend behind imaginary bars. The disturbances, riots, false allies and contemporary rape that happens behind this wall is no more forgiving if it wasn’t metaphorical.
The perfect stranger who came from no where, has more insight and recollection of the crime then the innocent bystander doing the time.
When the future was planned to turn a life around the now was certainly not a featured event. It is the giving part that drives the fury inside wild. Should this be released…That persona is probably not a song that should be sung. Headlines would read “Who is this?” or “I had no idea she could or was….”
Surprising the least expecting candidates it would be the child’s cry that would kill the demon and take the hosting body with it.
In the far end of the residence I can hear an uncontrolled anger. So juvineille, so much hurt, hatred and laziness.
It is the firing point for a target that a woman holds. It doesn’t matter if she’s bleeding, at this point he wont stop shooting.
If he lost her…He’s never even notice it. So what was the assumption of a conclusion from the hook up in the first place? Oh right selfishness. Empty promises and a major lack of romance will be the sour voice left within the captured victim.
Praising by all means the delight of what could have been had there been such a thing as forever. The lies and quietness of an engaging embarkment. What the hell was the gain?...wasted time yet again on something that never existed in the first place.
There never seems to be a proper explaination or description of how badly wearing your heart on your sleeve is. Most people can reconcile it withing themselves to configure it as a flaw. Others who feel the arm pulsing as it is stabbed is reminded of the matter that they are none the less fucked right up.
Although perhaps there is a misconception.
Maybe even a moment where yes I was wrong.
Maybe I panicked.
Maybe I took the words and somehow got the message all backwards. Whichever way it ended up, it all feels and tastes like heartbreak.
Then a third party came into the picture….no wait….make that four. Sometimes the outside is the gateway to the inside of a storm. Someone else to untangle the crapiness of a situation. And that seems to be exactly it.
As the moon sets and a sun rises the dull bitterness of anger, hate and dismay are the attributes to wake up to. A longing to have died while dreaming of a different atmosphere.
What would they have all done had that person never woken up? Would that person look down on them as they found the body? I promise that spirit would be laughing for she had won the better of the game. It was then up to the higher level to settle a few disgruntled scores….starting with a mother.
When all a person strives for is the betterment of themselves and the people to which their lives are affiliated, to swallow the confirmation that someone is this fucked up is like replacing an eye with a razor blade.
For absolute nonsense to come from a brain that has close to a degree worth of knowledge, the deciphering reads that the intellectualism is only fun facts. To obtain the right to speak freely but be zippered shut by the non understanding. Draw a straight line which only ends up circling itself. Cut a corner to make a square. End a proclamation with a question…What the hell is the meaning of my life?

By Popular Demand

Ya so by popular demand here I am.

Got a few new pics from our trip to Penticton this past week.....not as many as I had hoped but a few.

Havent really got any new rants, but I feel a few brewing up inside.....I have decided that eventually here Im going to educated some of you. Educate you in the world of gothism.....Its gonna be a good one given I can get all my thoughts together on it and figure out how Im gonna start.

Im planning on doing a shoot here with Dan again pretty soon.....Hopefuuly fingers crossed this week.

Anyways heres what I got.

Life of Sk810

Was a great competition, got a few good shots, but I'm not overly pleased with all them.

Tons of kids showed up to this thing....was some good times.

I on the other hand got myself a rather nice sun burn.

Overall was a lot of fun.

Raining.....again

Ya its raining again....Im starting to feel like Im home in Vancouver again....I've got the Pinz and Needlez skate competition shoot tommorrow, but its not going to happen if the weather doesnt improve....So lets hope it clears up for us.
Unlike my mother in law I am no poker pro, nor guru....However I had a victory tonight. I was playing a freeroll on full tilt for play money chips. I came in 1st with over 100,000 and maintained over 50,000 the whole game. I was against 90 people and schooled house and took names....was fun. Only gave me 7,200 play money chips, but I figure I might try it on for size again tommorrow.
I'm starting to run out of photos, so Im gonna have to get to work with it here soon....Here are a few kicking around.

Color accent

Just a few shots I took last night....Im really loving the color accent thing.

Gothic Mecca

I have dug up this brilliant little piece which I have just finished writing. As with most rants as some would call them, its no where near finished, but beautiful.

Gothic Mecca

To mortar a wall in envy is to create a border of deceit, a fantastic cultural optimism. There is a rhythm unscripted into each and everyone of use in which uses capitalism to suppress the power no one is left to have. A power so deep carrying with it the honor that once bestowed man, desecrating itself with each born generation. Obliterated dust becomes the last breath among the horizons of seeing eyes. See what not is there, but what exists between two who can no longer see. It’s a remembrance between the iron of a bullet and the sound of a splashing sea. Once upon some time there were vast quantity of lovely little ironic creatures, cowering beneath the shoreline, brought a dug up by the victimless man. Creatures that held such wonders like the concept of positivist and rightceousness, the things that were raped and pillaged by the people who thought they knew it all.
Tranquility was only a fascist continuation of what would never again once exist in the lives of the departured. Hold on! What was a moments peace worth if it couldn’t be fought for? A delicate balance in tune with the ultimate challenge of a successful lifetime, written in a path that doesn’t have any more presence then dust. Not unlike the grit between your teeth walking through the desert or a sweaty scalp of seething burning.
Countless nights of wandering through the empty maze of the little trauma tics that create the make up of a human being. Riding against the dying of the light trying to make it past nowhere, to find exactly the wrong questions that were asked. People can’t fathom the intelligence of what it takes to go from one edge to the next. Most can’t even comprehend the meaning behind their actions from daily chores to the very complex decisions they make in grocery shopping. It really isn’t all that funny anymore to start walking with a carefree cause.
On all the highest levels from the rule of nine technicalities, only lawfully will two of them serve the charge to the fullest. The rest become and unfaithful statistic that hit women in the heads with 2by 4’s. For every clinical assumption one of which is intelligent the others will scare the hell out of the recipient, causes unnecessary stress for 2 weeks.
Why was it that people thought it was a good idea to conform to something they really had no knowledge of? Conformation is a ridiculous stature of quo met by those who are sheep. The leaders of this world and even among your personal groups will be the ones that make the rule of conformity by punishing, and blanking it out.
You truly can not fix something or someone for lack of better phrasing when it is already broken. Even attempting to mend it you will feel your pieces shallowly falling away, therefore creating a contingency of broken things or people, ending with a huge population of dead heads.
To walk away is one fine thing, to carry it with you is to have baggage, to carry that baggage yourself is a rare attribute that very few can hold on to. It does to the point where one needs to decide which is worth keeping and which can be passed on to someone who can easily discard it. That is the discoing that no one are nothing can make but your soul. Your soul will struggle to let go of what it needs to and to surpass the savings locked and hauled in a monastery.
Domestication was never truly a prized obsession by some individuals who thought it was better to coincide with chaos. However chaos will and can be their ultimate crime if not controlled in earlier stages of sanction.
How much further can you release a woe until it fades in the distance of lost tears? You can only cry so many tears till you are ass high in salty water and the only seemly way out is to wade through it.
Rapture from and organized group of politicians is a comical cartoon placed in front of the public as a background forum for their corrupted truth…..Any anarchist will tell you that. Familiarize oneself with the open ranges of awareness when epidemic spectrums of utilized conspiracies arise from the casting North. Some people will walk through the theory as if it was only an elemental, yet others are pushed over the gathering wind of swine.
Analysis will begin here and only stop when the voice is done reaching the so called destination of Mecca.
Various states of confusion arise from the very word…….Mecca!

The Best of the Start

So here are the photos I did way back in..........Uh May I think. I have nothing new as of yet but will soon.

This coming weekend I have a shoot for the local skateboarding competition. I'm very excited about this one, it will land me some store credit with my very favorite body piercer as well as some publicity.

I also have a few other tricks up my sleeves here in the next couple of months which I hope will hold some promising work. I am at 70 some odd pages with my portfolio on book smart and by the end of the summer would like to work on having a few copies printed.

Well Im out for now. I might dig for another piece of writing later.

These photos are of my sister in law. I did all the work as in esthetics, hair and costume work for her for these shots. So far she is my absolute favorite to shoot. She loves the camera and it loves her just as much.

Thursday

Last night certainly served as an interesting one. We have a bear roaming the neighborhood and seems to think its the Thug of the Hood. Bugger was up on our back deck last night right beside our bedroom then proceeded to trash my garden and has been ransaking everyone's yard for the last couple of weeks. So I decided someone has gotta come deal with this thing or Im calling in backup.

I was told to do whatever it takes to scare it off and make it scared of humans....that includes throwing rocks at it, invest in a paintball gun and come out with pots and pans....So I was told. So I can harm the thing, but it's illegal to shoot it?......ya makes a whole lot of sense.....However paintballing a bear does have an appealing effect on me....After all destruction is my middle name. I figure now if the bear wants to pester me then Im gonna pester it. Besides I like scaring things.

Today was a pretty lax day, but I was messin with my camera and set up Khyra's swimming pool. I figure I should get as much practice in as i can before the Pinz and Needlez Skateboard competition which I am going to go shoot on the 22nd.....Im so pumped.

Anyways here are a few pics that I have taken today.

When I get a few more minutes to figure this all out I will post those other pictures I was talking about yesterday.

Off to work tommorrow for the weekend.

A piece of writing, rather a ramble.

No blog is complete without a ramble.


Artistry or just a moment of awakeness
Compiled into one single piece of specifics, thus being the square root of what started as a few days of he blues. Coursely ran itself into a precise rythym of something much deeper than just a few days of being down. Something that grew into a larger aspect of what really was happening in the mind. And yet still unknown like the meaning of earthly concepts a small drop of eluded happiness cleared the path to which a key hole took place.Key hole....its a small crevice in which an eye can envision the most of a scenerio with merely very little information to deliberate on. So much can be valued with the smallest sight of while dwells behind the surface. It takes a gifted one to unlock the measures of concrete and breath into the walls saturated despair.It always seems to happen at the least expected moment, where the sigh of thought is taken to the extremes, where analytical logic twists about so aimlessly that no sense can be made of the simplest of things. Right when all the world with everything in it crumbling and crashing against the forces of what ruins a beautiful woman. She then finds herself being found. Found and placed upon the mantel of truth where the veins that bled black resurface with truth and desire. Digging deep into her wounds to find out the source of the bleeding and why exactly she screams the gargling vibrations that richocet into the lives of her beloved.Just stopping to remember that there is still a large mess to untangle in her mind, piece by piece she pulls it out. Lying infront all conformed into the same ideas and origins, a piece is missing. The triggering piece of flesh is still inside causing the meaning of sadness.Its like the puzzle piece that was lost in the back of the closet and forgotten about, or a sock the washing machine magickally ate.None the less.....perfection comes in time. Perfections is a lost anf forgotten word that should have never been placed above her head in the first place. She tried....OH how she tried. UNderneath all the passing months its the scare of explosion that fears her the most. Explosion of mind, something in which she wishes she could ignore and forget, but lingers with its thumping migranes just to remind her of the stupidy she possessed.Long and eery waves the hand above her eyes as though a window was blanketed in paint.That window will open again.That voice will stop screaming.But a mess of confusion and questions desgin a fashionable little theartrical sonnet that sprawls its happy wings in letters.It will get better. Its just a moment where weakness pulled out the worst and left a mask of despair.

AHAHA

It also appears that I need to learn a bit more about this blog site. Will take me a little time to get it right so the set up isnt so odd.

10:55pm on a Wednesday night

It's been ever so long since I have blogged, but have always enjoyed it so much. As the gears in my head keep turning I keep finding new and exciting ideas.

The main event of this blog is the uprising of my photography. I am very far from a pro....well I'm far from much actually, however this is another step to get the work out there. I've also gotten myself into some pretty tedious doll making, which is a lot of fun, and taking shape quite nicely.

As for the photos as time goes on they will get more in depth as well as possibly disturbing, which I always like the shock value they present.

As for other news, my significant other and I are both returning to school, which is the change I think we both need. It will be a long haul of prep and organization. Including a new daycare and preschool for my daughter Khyra (4). A possible new locational move, and enough paperwork to fill a cabinet. Nothing is for sure just as of yet, but the whole concept is really exciting.

Anyways....Im gonna post a few photos for the day, let me know what ya'll think.

Chow Bella