Category: Inspiration

bookmark_borderOn Repeat // Little Wing by Jimi Hendrix

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Well, she’s walkin’ through the clouds
With a circus mind that’s running ’round
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
And her fairy tales
That’s all she ever thinks about
Ridin’ with the wind

When I’m sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free
“It’s alright,” she said, “it’s alright
Take anything you want from me
Anything
Anything”

Fly on, little wing

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, little wing

bookmark_borderFound: Nothing is Original

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“Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic.

Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery – celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from – it’s where you take them to.”

– Jim Jarmusch

bookmark_borderAstrology – The Divine Science

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Just a book and its cover that I really like and started to read now that my comprehension and understanding of astrology has expanded a bit more. I was collecting astro books for a minute, along with crystal healing, witchcraft, tarot, etc. I’ll post them here when I get a chance.

bookmark_borderI Fucking Miss You, Por Vida

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My hand tattoo was still new here, so it looks a bit swollen…or I was just overweight at the time.

I think the only reason why I keep this blog going now is because she loved it. Like, she was a fan of me and my work as I was of hers. We met on a graffiti forum more than 20 years ago so we were internet friends, then became best friends irl. She would send us handwritten letters in cute stationary, art supplies, stickers and snacks through the mail. She was a Leo – a fire sign so our creativity, our art fagginess, dark, sarcastic, “haterade” humor was a match. She was fierce and loyal. I have never known someone to love and care so much about their friends.

Here is an artist interview that I still love reading time and time again that I kept on here:

Artist Interview: Roxy B. Montoya