thematic addict

1:59 AM and I"m just getting started. But as a devout artist of either bliss or painful catharsis, I toss myself into the crashing wave of extremes, surfing with every shred of awkward clamoring for the shores of calm redemption. Chain smoking and digging through muck media in search for meaningful intelligence. Highlights are meals, snacks, and warm cups of honey sweetened caffiene amidst attempts at entertainment and marketing directly to my now thoroughly embedded digital identity.

Art really drives me. Anything rendered of the human imagination presents itself to me in a supra-real glow of wonder and dazzle. These are my people. I am not a race, ethnicity, gender, class, nationality, academic or soldier for anything other than the creative force and those who wield it are my own. My enemy's enemy is my friend. It's probably a little narcissist to feel so strongly about all the creativity available directly to 'me' and therefore attach it's greatness to me in some way, but I humbly offer my intention to only glorify this force with itself, not my stamp of approval. I honestly just can't get enough of dope human ingenuity. I don't think I ever will.

Probobly because I know that I'm a never ending source of wackness (as well as dopeness), but more often than not I look for dopeness in others as inspiration to get over my wack slumps or see my wackness as kind of dope in way, anyways.

hence, my descent/ascent into www.deviantart.com under the guise of jæzthetics...more to follow