Late nights at the Kogi Truck.
Kingly Charles
&
Nekkid Friends
(in art form only, thank heavens)
good times
I always wonder what it would be like to be a soldier, how it must feel to fly a plane, have enemies... shoot someone. I think about what would happen to me if I were flying over Japan, if I were the one who dropped the bomb. Such power. Such action. What emotions would I feel as I put the last fuse in place and watch it fall, as it explodes in the air and instantly kills thousands of people. Did it work? was it enough to stop a war? Was it all in vain? Or, did I become so accustomed to dropping different kinds of weapons that this is just another oddly shaped football, a play in a game.
I love it when things flow. When you are at that peek of performance and understanding. When all of your influences have internalized and reformed to take the shapes that you create. That is when all the hard work pays off. And I usually call it a fluke because I don't feel like that often. Most of the time I feel like I am struggling to keep my head above water with all the things I want to do verses the time I need to take to warm up not only my arm but also my thinking. Understanding what you are do in art is just as important to dexterously executing it.