Bobber

This unit dips and rises, swerves and stills, hovers against two different forces of matter with a clashing orange and yellow dress of paint for recognition. A line lifts me, a weight pulls me downward, so I stretch higher and lower on the uneven permanence of each passing moment's impact on my suspended being. My purpose? To snare the movement below and signal the observers above. I capture and alert and I am simply an ancient tool for indicating another life has been caught, leaving you to reel in for the kill.

A checklist

List of Art styles I did this year:

Collage
Pen and Ink
Colored Pencils
Watercolor
Graphite
Chalk
Oil Pastels
Colored Markers
Wire Sculpture
Spray Paint
Digitally Enhanced Imagery

Next: Acoustic Guitar

Shimmers

Flailing for truth I grab-hold clamor outward, a reality smack of resounding pain upon skin's impact and nerve-ending alarm of rude awakening--emptiness; I change inside when I step out of my position of perceived control and let life roll around me, like learning to float on your back in the swimming pool...relax, breathe and resist the urge to struggle against the transparent medium that is your body's backrest and fearful, timidly trusted support. You learn to stretch out on faith of molecules and density and invisible inhalations and achieve the balance of solid form and ever-altering, surrounding chaos alone, realizing the delicacy of your tiny existence.