Learning to discriminate

what i used to know
compared to what i presently
know differs immensely.
how does one’s conception
of another depend upon their
notion of a deity,
or what side,
left or right,
they support,
or what their
sexual orientation is,
or what race they
belong to?
how come now,
all these pervasive
filters seem to
garner such sway
upon ones disposition?
pleasure of time passed
becomes victim of
discriminatory reexamination.

Flourishing power

A further look into the blossoming of these beauties. Right now they are young, but maturation will develop over time.

 

 

 

Domenic Bahmann, I like your work.

i was recently made aware of an artist’s work through a friend of mine. she told me it made her think of me. she said that i do that. to put it clearly, i don’t, i lack the intelligence and finesse. anyways, i was intrigued by the work of Domenic Bahmann. his conceptual work makes me smile because of his ability to repurpose and portray preexisting concepts. i appreciate the value of an idea over its aesthetic, but i also know the value of the medium to which these ideas are presented. Domenic has the ability to marry both look and idea. i appreciate my friend for sharing this with me, so now, allow me to share it with you.

A gap wholly filled by divide.

i think, and feel, that i’m stuck repeating myself. my expression has slightly changed, although the words and images carrying my idea(s) have altered. i’ve learned and used new words and imagery, yet the underlying message has remained the same. there are only so many ways for me to say that what i’ve experienced seems absurd. of course i’m part of the whole, therefore, i too must be absurd. to complain about it is to criticize oneself. maybe i’m not attacking the whole, but the gap that is myself?