Sixth Cents

Yesterday I took part in an art battle. It was a in interesting time, my theme, the sixth sense, which quite frankly we don’t know a lot about, and the actual few that do are rare indeed. That said I think I was a kid I was in perpetual sixth sense, all the time, letting things slide off and always in a world that I truly created as opposed to the one I am forced to accept as an adult, and by that I mean the daily opinion survey and freedom less choice, partly due to the times of being a slave to the man. So what does it all mean, I don’t know, I do know that I want to live my life doing what it is I love, while working the occasional job to keep it going when the art I create doesn’t quite support me. I have always maintained that hard work pays off, as I get older I am not so sure if that’s true, I am starting to think that there is benefit to going back to a cold like mentality, a time when corruption wasn’t even a word I knew, let alone heard about, the only thing that mattered was making sure to take in as much as I could, have as much fun as possible, and soak in each and every moment, and run free with my friend curiosity.
FotoMahaloness last nights battle scene the chair and the table were back alleyway finds, perfect for the night ahead. Harold and Darcy rocked the show, gracefully of course, and art history was again made here in Calgary.

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