TRAIT 2.0

he has short legs but a wide stride.
like every step he is trying to make it over a puddle.
salt and pepper hair mixed over brown, sweeping down to touch arched brows.
he is on his phone
lisping through t's and r's, trowing his voice to mimic a nagging woman.
then he paces, listens, quiet.
mouth open, thin knobby hand tracing his round cheek.
the voice on the phone talking
 making nervous optimism grow in his blue eyes

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 short legs but a wide stride.
like every step like a lunges to make it over a puddle.
salt and pepper hair mixed over brown, sweeping down to touch arched brows.
speaking on his phone
lisping through t's and r's, trowing his voice to mimic a nagging woman.
then he paces, listens, quiet.
mouth open, thin knobby hand tracing his round cheek.
the voice on the phone talking
 making nervous optimism grow in his blue eyes

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• salt n pepper.
• lisp .
• open mouth. 
• arched brows.
• round cheek .
• knobby hands .
• sleek hair.
• thin.
• brown hair.
• short legs
• long stride

 small stumpy legs
 but he walks like a cowboy.
every step like a lunge over a puddle.
molded bark colored hair, reaching down to touch highrise brows.
slurring through t's and r's,  his voice twisting into a nagging woman.
 conspiring with  his phone
then he paces, listens, hushed.
mouth slack, bones peaking from under skin,tracing his plush cheek.
the voice on the phone talking
 making nervous optimism grow in his eyes

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drivel


     I am not smart. I am not clever at all.but I like to think.a lot of people try to judge people on their intelligence, or lord their own knowledge over people.but some times those people are the dumbest people.  Because they can only see themselves. Egocentric. They have no empathy. Because they are smart and are told they are clever they see their view is right.  So they never think.

  My core is thinking. I try to have some level of empathy for everyone, and I think this has made me a better version of me.I used to get angry at people  lot, but now I just think about why they made me mad. small things, like kids who ask to many questions in class, they just make me mad because they are just wasting time. I can step back and see why I react the way I do has made me a happier person. I can let things go. I can make my self happy. i think this has made me more understanding of  people. i am more willing to listen to both sides of a story, to form my opinion on, small things like arguments, or big political  things. I listen to both and find the answer that best aligns with me, one or the other or  maybe a mix of both.

When I asked my grandmother "how do you think" she said she never thought about it. Something you live with everyday, the voice and images in your head, never speaking about themselves. I think mostly in words, when people talk to me I can picture the type scrolling like a stock clicker.But there is so much more to thoughts than words and pictures. That persons frame and pen are different than mine. Even if we seem the same we are so different.

Even if we think in pictures and words, people are so different, and no one will truly understand where you think. I will never know how  my father thinks. But I can try to know him, and learn why he reacts the way he does. Trying to  understand people, to see where they come from is important to me.
A form of solidarity. Not sympathy. Not pity.  I cannot know how you feel, but i try to see why you are the way you are. Thinking has made me a better version of me. I can step back and see why i react the way i do. I am less angry, less blind bias. I know myself, knowing how I am, I can make myself happy, but I also get more frustrated, when I fall through my own cracks.

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drivel


     I am not smart. I am not cleaver at all.but I like to think.a lot of people try to judge people on their intelligence,  or lord their own knowledge over people.but some times those people are the dumbest people.  Because they can only see themselves. Egocentric. They have no empathy. Because they are smart and are told they are clever they see their view is right.  So they never think.

    my core is thinking. i try to have some level of empathy for everyone, and i think this has made me a better version of me.i used to get angry at people  lot, but now i just think about why they made me mad. small things, like kids who ask to many questions in class, they just make me mad because they are just wasting time. Trying to look smart. i can step back and see why i react the way i do has made me a happier person. i can let things go. i can make my self happy, i am happy hanging out with my dad because he wants to know more about me and i want to know more about him and we can talk and that is great.
i think this has made me more sympathetic to people. i am more willing to listen to both sides of a story, to form my opinion on, small things like arguments, or big political  things. i listen to both and find the answer that best aligns with me, one or the other or  maybe a mix of both.

it has also made me kind of sad. i see things i do not agree with, and i cannot understand how a person can think like that. and maybe it is just my frame of reference, but if people thought more they would be kinder. but not everyone wants to questions themselves, and that is ok.

not everything has a "bad guy" that is what separates life from fiction
even though i love to draw and daydream, i think mostly in words, now i am planing parses and letters./\ when people talk to me i can picture the type scrolling like a stock clicker.
when i asked my grandmother "how do you think" she said she never thought about it. something you live with everyday, the voice and images in your head, never speaking about themselves.
but there is so much more to thoughts than words and pictures. that persons frame and pen are different than mine. even if we seem the same we are so different.

even if we think in pictures and words, people are so different, and no one will truly understand where you think. i will never know how men think. narrower, i will never know how grown white men think. smaller, my father thinks. but i can try to know him, and learn why he reacts the way he does. trying to  understand people, to see where they come from is me.
a form of solidarity. not sympathy. not pity.  i cannot know how you feel, but i try to see why you are the way you are. Thinking has made me a better version of me.. i can step back and see why i react the way i do. i am less angry, thinking than i was fighting with blind bias. i now myself deeply, knowing how i am, i can make myself happy, but i also get more frustrated, when i fall through my own cracks

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drivel

 I am not smart. I am not cleaver at all.but I think a lot.I think a lot of people try to judge people on their intelligence,  or lord their own knowledge over people.but some times those people are the dumbest people.  Because they can only see themselves. Egocentric. They have no empathy. Because they are smart and are told they are clever they see their view is right.  So they never think.
 core is thinking. i think too much sometimes, but i think it has made me a better version of me.
i used to get angry a lot, but now i just think about why things make me mad. small things, like kids who ask to many questions in class, they just make me mad because they are just wasting time. i can step back and see why i react the way i do has made me a happier person. i can let things go. i can make my self happy, i am happy hanging out with my dad because he wants to know more about me and i want to know more about him and we can talk and that is great.
i think this has made me more sympathetic to people. i am more willing to listen to both sides of a story, to form my opinion on, small things like arguments, or big political  things. i listen to both and find the answer that best aligns with me, one or the other or  maybe a mix of both.

it has also made me kind of sad. i see things i do not agree with, and i cannot understand how a person can think like that. and maybe it is just my frame of reference, but if people thought more they would be kinder. but not everyone wants to questions themselves, and that is ok.

not everything has a "bad guy" that is what separates life from fiction
even though i love to draw and daydream, i think mostly in words, now i am planing parses and letters./\ when people talk to me i can picture the type scrolling like a stock clicker.
when i asked my grandmother "how do you think" she said she never thought about it. something you live with everyday, the voice and images in your head, never speaking about themselves.
but there is so much more to thoughts than words and pictures. that persons frame and pen are different than mine. even if we seem the same we are so different.

even if we think in pictures and words, people are so different, and no one will truly understand where you think. i will never know how men think. narrower, i will never know how grown white men think. smaller, my father thinks. but i can try to know him, and learn why he reacts the way he does. trying to  understand people, to see where they come from is me.
a form of solidarity. not sympathy. not pity.  i cannot know how you feel, but i try to see why you are the way you are. Thinking has made me a better version of me.. i can step back and see why i react the way i do. i am less angry, thinking than i was fighting with blind bias. i now myself deeply, knowing how i am, i can make myself happy, but i also get more frustrated, when i fall through my own cracks

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trait

he has short legs but a wide stride.
like every step he is trying to make it over a puddle.
salt and peper hair mixed over brown, sweepin down to touch arched brows.
he is on his phone
lisping through t's and r's, trowing his voice to mimic a nagging woman.
then he paces, listens, quiet.
mouth open, thin knobby hand tracing his round cheek.
the voice on the phone talking
 making nervous optimism grow in his blue eyes

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I am not smart. I am not cleaver at all.but I think a lot.I think a lot of people try to jduge people on their intelligence,  or lord their own knowledge over people.but somtimes those people are the dumbest people.  Because they can only see themselves. Egocentric. They have no empathy. Because they are smart and are told they are clever they see their view is right.  So they never think

humanities thing

Keith Lemley is my favorite artist for his combinations of light and texture to make unearthly concept art.The Woods is a sculpture piece that takes up a entire room and is a commentary piece on deforestation. the piece was made in 2012 making it a resent contemporary piece.

most of Lemleys work uses neon tubes to create a line art like “drawing” in this case it is a 2D silhouette a 3D field. so line and shape are used together in a distinct image of a axe.the neon tube has no visible texture, but the cement room and stumps are the only texture in the piece, the cement is worn, being smooth in some places and jagged in others. the sumps are split so the wood grain is plain to see. Most of the colors are muted grey and browns, with the white of the neon making a huge contrast. For value the axes are the main light source with rest of the room in darkness. i think that is what makes the piece so interesting, that rather than spotlights lighting the work, it lights the room. much of the piece is open space to walk around in,and also to feel the emptiness of a cleared forest, so empty, but not unused space is a big part of the work.
    the work is haunting, the dark makes you feel unease, with your eyes drawn to the axes, vaguely threatening lining the walls and balanced on ragged stumps.the leaning axes on the wall give a “finished” feel, what ever happened here is done no going back, everything has been cut and ruined.