Pandora's Box

Somebody recently unleashed the Hope by being totally unselfish. This one goes to Alex- elegant and light. Play!

sick of boxes

Our children...The future of this world. All of us are responsible for their growth, their well-being, their development as our succesors.
We, as professionals and creative minds are here to provide that. A thought on environment.
Providing fantasy enticing surroundings is the absolut neccessity for the young mind to grow and anticipate the given in life.
Buildings are in straight proportion with the sane development of the soul. The proportion of human being.
Form is essential. Colour. Children don't care much about function. We are here to hide or emphasise the function with the form.
When you are surrounded by boxes, same height, nothing unexpected, nothing surprising, the emptyness takes over. Parents are busy- they forget their primal function. They hide behind the form. So- where to escape? There is the world of art as abstact but we need it applied.
School? Just another place to show one's form. Since we are chemical systems ignited by electrical impulses- nerves and a whole complex of different processes, the nearest escape is to the closest available chemistry. Drugs. Surroundings, dull forms and lack of organized post-school functions, lead the young towards false satisfaction. Escape from reality. Who wouldn't?
Look outside. Concrete, concrete, and more concrete. And curbs which I notice grow higher every day. We come from nature. For the jungle to grow- there is green needed.
I can see some shy attempts around the asphalt showing how urban our civilized minds have become.
Over and out.

welcome to my head

played some keep-ups today... not bad at all. the weather sucks, though. anyway, reflects my mood to the bone.
my drawings are becoming a tool. have to start painting on canvas soon.
so...welcome to taurus. few more weeks and i'll be on the other side. funny thing, can't see anything beyond this hour. plans are dissolving like a nimbus on a windy day and dreams are fading like there is no tomorrow.
allies gone. just me and my muddy soul.