Writers, right?

Writer’s write, right. Since a young age my mother has always instilled the importance of the pen, up until now I’ve sort of just kept the experiences to myself….because really? Who would care.  Growth and time has brought me new insight; the older I become the more my being reaches out for a space to completely let go.

 At twenty five years old, I’m not the smartest nor the most politically correct individual but I’d be doing my generation a disservice to stay silent and keep these cultural changing experiences to myself. 

So where does one begin?

Honestly I’m not sure, I am no different than any other my readers in the sense that we are all spiritual beings having a human experience. That’s a quote on a mural off Crenshaw and Stocker in LA and its something my mother has told me all my life.

When posed with the question, “Who are you?” or the classic new kid new school “stand up and introduce yourself to the class?” the most common responses begin with “my name is”. My mom always asked me what my response was and quickly corrected me if it was anything short of her standards of the conscious African American male she was raising. It wasn’t until ten years later that I was passing the mural and saw it that it finally resonated with I. I and I feel at some point all of us forget that we are not pawns in this game of life we are the creators of the board.

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Trust the process, something I am still learning that is critical to the growth of an artist.

Maybe if I share my soul with the world, they will listen. I think that the reason a lot of people feel alone in the world is because they are afraid if they actually speak up about how they feel in their place in the world no one would take the time to actually hear them out. Perhaps no one will take the time to read the words I am writing now, but I still must do my duty and try.  My buttercup once told me is the hardest part as an artist, is picking up the pen brush or whatever medium you may use and taking the fist step toward something beautiful. So that is what I am doing here.

KISO

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Perhaps, it's been this intense year that inspired me to finally get up off my lazy butt and do what I know I was born to do....capture life moments. I have made many futile attempts to create a website, a merch site, a portfolio, etc...but the only thing that I've managed to stay consistent with primarily because its so simple and doesn't require much more than a click is my hydreams.tumblr. Check it out if you haven't,I feel it visually shows my growth as not only a photographer but as human being as well. Its conception was at a time where nothing else gave me nourishment but my art, so scroll away it has been a interesting and amazing human experience.

Ok so here's to the point, if you know me than you know me, if you don't then this is my way of saying hello.....Hi.. .... if you've gotten this far then thank you immensely this is my life and what I do. I've gotten that question "What do you do?" enough times this year and have yet until now been able to explain all the various mediums that I am connected with...so this is it.

KISO, my art..my life.....organically.