Dragged into Sunlight @ Earthdom (July 25, 2014). It was awesome…so brutal night.
If you have a moment please take a look at my side blog which I am going to be posting little bits of my creativity - the first of which being a short account of bekoi and I’s time in Amsterdam accompanied by some images I took.
The only benefit of having a wrist injury followed by an elbow injury means lots of squats. Can’t wait to get back to training.
Syd Mead (Conceptual illustrations), Blade Runner [And related earlier art), c. 1980.
The Shinning Poster
After injuring my elbow I’ve had another week without training (this picture being from my last session). I’m itching to get back to it. Not a great deal of tone, but a bit of size and strength is coming to my back. I’m happy. Just need to keep at it.
I have no discernible, decipherable, desirable skills. I can do a couple things to a moderate standard, the kind of things that people are surprised you do because you don’t talk about it. Have no pride in it. I go unnoticed and unfulfilled creatively. My aspirations are unattainable - I cannot count the amount of times I have divided ten thousand by just as many uncountable numbers.
I want to further enrich my sorry mind and achieve something. But, my masters, my MSc, seems out of my grasp.
Charles Bukowski (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)
Quote from ‘Post Office’.