It's frigid outside, there's no arguing with that.
I have tried to bundle up,
but that doesn't prevent me from the cold shivers.
I can feel jack frost nibbling at my toes,
taking it in inch by inch till I forget they are even there.
People are staring at the ground to prevent temporary blindness from the snow;
covering their cheeks and chapped lips.
I can see them counting the seconds till they get inside;
till they can thaw off and breath once again.
It's frigid outside, I believe we can all argue that.
Posted on 12:26 PM, under
This mesage is to the hottest day of the year, July 22nd from yours truly. I sure hope you are listening. I am burning up in here. I'm sweating to the point that my forehead can start leasing itself out as waterfront property... Starting price 24 a month...
Can you give a brother a break. It doesn't help that you caught me on a work day either. I am stuck sitting in a truck; breathing the stale air of a 7 ft. ceiling and a 2 1/2 ft. hallway. You have left me yearning for air conditioning and a BIG GULP in my left hand. So, once again, can we take a rain check and come back next time I'm at the beach?
Sincerely,
Abstract Greene
One day we will laugh.
We will enjoy each others company.
We will walk the shores and see that life couldn't get any better.
We will give our salutations to the sun and it's bitter goodbye as it falls under the stars.
We will make faces at it with only silhouettes of our bodies screened across the horizon,
and all that will be left is you and I and the sound of the waves.
I've been sitting back trying to find a moment of bliss.
A moment where pain is three shots, a blank and a miss.
Many times I laugh but it ceases to phase me.
I'm not sure if my mind is telling me I'm crazy.
I want to find a place that I can sit and feel normal;
where things like taking off your shoes is considered formal.
where making faces at authority is quite typical,
and watching people fall down stairs is hysterical.
Yeah, it sounds quite liberal,
but don't we all have a little voice in us that is somewhat vocal?
It is a voice that screams every time you want it to whisper.
And hell no, it sounds nothing like a short spoken lisper.
It is a voice that yells with perfect, bold pronunciation;
demanding you to find that awe sensation,
that bliss that you were looking for right from the start,
but that bliss can only come from one person...
The one that holds your heart.
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At times though this one can be hard to get,
but that is no reason you need to work up a sweat.
Although it feels like you're constantly jumping that hurdle,
remember that they will always be your little seaturtle...
I don't know where to go with this blog anymore. I want to continue with it, but how long will it take till my words dry out and wind carries me on to just another interest on the web? All I am doing is taking one more address that someone may want in the future. How big is the
Internet. It seems as though it may never end. Day after day, there is something new on it. Websites are being created by the dozens and content is being slapped as though it is one step up from the everyday publication.
I have had some inspiration lately. Maybe it's the fact, that my two dimensional art is boring me and I want to continue it but move up a step on the creativity level, or it's the idea that I grow tired with one thing and slide on to the next like I tend to do with my mind. I want to actually create my own website where I can express myself away from the daily blog everyone always sees. To be honest, do I want a blog where you hear me or do I want a website where you can see me. Does that make sense?
With this website, it would flourish with my art, it will bleed what I see everyday, it will scream "Abstract!" It will be a sanctuary where those who want, can sway to the ambiance created by the layout I present. I can dream, but can I create? We will see...
photo by Aaron Michael Brown
I'm chasing dreams and I enjoy every minute of it.
I am playing games with what if's and I'm roll'n deep,
chin high and shoulders tight.
Life has treated me well.
Lets get out of this town and make history.
Years may pass and people could start talking,
but we know our journey and we will continue
chin high and eyes in flight.
Let that inspiration swell.
There is so much out there that we could miss.
There is so much out there that we could learn.
Abstract
Can we talk?
Can we catch up with what we have missed? Can we create a bond that can grow and flourish? I have a feeling like there are so many stories I have yet to hear. There is inspiration at every corner, yet I have walked the hallways blind and covered my face on each ninety degrees of motivation. I feel as though my inspiration has taken a fall for time and while I just create illustrations without that drive to know what I really want, I lack the choice to stop. It isn't that my art suffers, but I suffer with the knowledge that I can create something better. I want to create a piece that can reach in to someone's chest and touch that beating thing we call a heart. I want my art not only shock the observer, but make them question who they are as a human being. Art will always be my life and to give that up in a moment of creativity block would be like kicking a leg that is already broken; it is already weakened, it is already breathless, it is already pushing up daisies. I need some awakening.
Abstract
I have a friend that will be leaving in a week.
I will miss her dearly.
Whether it was talking about how we lived so close back home, yet we never did anything there together or sitting back and watching a movie while accidentally burning popcorn twice in a row (that would be my doing),
I will miss her dearly.
Whether it was moments where we would not see each other for long periods of time and talk on the side or moments of looking at each other face to face and not saying a word,
I will miss her dearly.
I wish I spent more time with her as a friend, but that time has come and gone. Embrace those who are in your life, for they may be gone in a blink of an eye. The sad part about it is that you will not realize how much you will miss them until they are already gone, so take every opportunity given to show them how much you care for them.
"Some people come into our lives and quickly go.
Some stay for awhile and leave footprints on our hearts.
And we are never, ever the same." - Flavia Weedn
Why do I reach for things that have "Out Of Bounds" written all over them?Why do I fall apart like 'Jenga' when one things goes wrong?Why do I find errors in moments that are out weighed by the perfections?Why do I always fall for the next thing in line? I sat in a car for a long drive today and me being the forgetful person I am, I forgot to charge my ipod after using it yesterday on the bus to Cedar Point. In that kind of situation, most people would turn to the radio, but this is me we are talking about. If I have a choice between mainstream (radio) music and silence, I would take the silence any day. Nothing against music on the radio, it's just not me, and there is also something about silence that humbles a person. You should try it sometime.
But with dead air, there comes moments to ponder. I kept focusing on what I have done these last few weeks and realized a few flaws I have left unshackled, if I say so myself.
Each one of these questions have an answer if I really tried to look for them, but is it the answer I am looking for? I spend all of this time questioning why I do things and how I do them, but I feel as though I should just sit back and tell myself:
"this is what makes me, me"
"this is what separates me from you"
"this is why I am Abstract Greene"
If I had one suggestion for you, it would be to sit in a silent car, on or off. Preferably off if you are parked in a garage with the doors closed. I don't want to be responsible for anyone dying of carbon monoxide intake. But while you are in that car, put it in park and pop the seat back and let your mind wonder. Let it hike the trail it has not been on for quite some time. Let it soak in the tub you have been filling the last few weeks. I bet you will find moments in your life worth the smiles and the attention. Although you have a question, a knack for finding flaws or even a disappointment, it's not the end of the world. Strut on to bigger and better breaths of fresh air. Maybe after three winks, you will realize that God has a plan for you.
What is it about one hug that makes me want to stay and savor the moment.
I come back to visit and to catch up with a few friends and I realize how much I have missed my second home. The place where I am always welcomed. The place where relationships have grown. Those people whom I have let out to dry and put on pause, only bless my presence when I get back. It may be summer and I do have an excuse for not being near them, but I do not have any excuse for totally losing contact. I apologize dearly to all whom that may pertain to. Life here in Elkhart is beyond my expectations and has kept every waking hour of my time busy, but I miss Fort Wayne. I am ready to be heading back and rejuvenating the fellowship I have put aside. Two more weeks.
Time passes; music plays,
Smiles are crossed and eyes gaze.
There are people,
might I say silhouettes,
paused amongst the crowd,
gawking at the two on stage.
They stand there singing their hearts out;
letting each word scream its own story,
scream its own passion,
scream its own journey.
I find myself drowning in the moment.
Nothing can touch me now.
July is ONE hour, TWO hugs, THREE winks, and a shower away. I want to send smiles out to all of you who have made my June worth while. Whether it was going out to Subway on a spur of the moment, having heartfelt conversations while assembling a puzzle, catching fish with my two darling cousins, Tylee and Dylan, or spending hours in the sun letting the grass slip between our toes or tickle our backs as we sprawled out staring at the clouds. Summer has finally begun. Life is wonderful.
But with July peeking around the corner, I can only look forward to an even better month. I plan to throw my sandals off once more and soak in the sun till my cheeks peel and my nose is cherry red. I plan to celebrate my 21st birthday on the 5th of July with friends and family. And I plan to become closer to those who I have not spent enough time with lately. It will be a month worth remembering and a month full of memories. So hats off to the ruby month, July, the seventh month on the Gregorian calendar, the warmest month in the northern hemisphere, and the month named after Julius Caesar. It will be great.
I will be back... I promise!!!
It has been weeks, if not months, since I have written in this blog.
Summer has hit and as much as I thought there would be that free time to write everyday and really get my name out there, I have been rubbing knuckles of one day to another, staying up late till my arms can't carry their own weight, and working my brain to the point where everything begins to become funny. You know exactly what I mean by that, and if you don't, how do you know me? lol
Anyway... There has been so many things to talk about but right now I just got back from a wedding and I don't have the brain capacity to tell each story in detail... so here I am promising that I will be writing if not everyday, every other day, to catch up on what I have to tell, share with you what has been on my mind, and reinvent my blog so that I don't end up being too busy to ever not write something. So till tomorrow... have a great night, take care and I will be back in action with some sleep under my belt.
Aaron C. Greene
Oh the world we live in!
This morning I was searching the world wide web for various forms of signage. I wanted to use a modern yet slightly humorous construction of the everyday ideograms we see. Oh... the reason I was on this small excursion was all for a project I'm working on in my Graphic Design class. With my eyes glued to the screen and half glazed over with the usual daybreak of tuesday morning, I came across this picture and realized a spelling error. I felt obligated to bring this up mainly because in a world of graphic design, mistakes like this are drastic. We as designers of graphics must ALWAYS recheck our work and if spell check tells you that a word is wrong, most likely it is wrong. Also if you are not sure on anything, there are people out there to help you. People are always ready and willing to offer a helping hand whether you need it or not and for them to be asked for help surprisingly enough gives them a sense of importance and value.
On the lighter side, I did come across many beautiful designs and spell checked works, so I guess there are enough quality designers out there to balance the field. To the graphic designers out there, power to you and make an impression with the skills you were given and be a role model to those who are looking to be in the field. Competition only improves everyones dexterity.
This weekend I was sifting through my excessive amount of "junk" that has accumulated in my dorm room over this past year of college. I was hunting for items that I had no problem sending home before school was out, mainly because I didn't want to have a lot to move out at one time when it came to me doing my final victory dance out of student housing at IPFW. (Side note: I am never going back to student housing unless it's to visit a friend)
While I was digging through the unnecessaries, I came across a monstrous stack of old mix CDs. Those CDs that you throw together in a jiffy that consist of the craziest mix of songs; Songs that sit on opposite ends of the music spectrum, songs that aren't even the language you speak, and best of all, songs that make you laugh and enjoy life just that much more because of how ludicrous and preposterous the content of the song was. For example: "Who Let the Dogs Out" by Baha Men. The first time I heard that song, my dad, my brother and I were driving around Elkhart (to hacienda if I'm not mistaking) and we all thought it was the coolest song EVER! I even want to say we were rocking out to the song haha... Now the song seems just ridiculous. You get the point.
So, one thing that has continually amazed me about listening to old music favorites has been the ability to recall long lost memories through audible recognition. For me, it hit me when I was driving down Coliseum Rd. euphorically screaming to an old favorite of "If I Told You This Was Killing Me, Would You Stop" by The Juliana Theory.
"Windows were open, sunglasses were on; I was driving down the toll road with an old friend, allowing the fond and fresh summer air to fill my lungs and the one pound bag of twizzlers to fill my stomach. Every now and then I would catch eyes with a passing car that had the same direction, if not destination as we had. We were driving to Notre Dame University to work concessions and see friends because it was an easy point for Key Club and an easy excue to leave home. While we were on our brief, half-sized road trip, this song wold every now and then fall on my car speakers and we would find joy in mouthing, singing and dancing to the song."
So what I am getting at is that although years have passed and music preference has somewhat shifted away from that exact scene of music, the same euphoric emotion could be expressed. And the best part is, those emotions weren't exactly expressed because of the the music style but because of the memories we recollect in that brief moment of audible pleasure.
I challenge you to either find your old CDs or search some of your old favorites and see where those take you. Even if there isn't a sharp memory attached to the song, you will still withdraw an emotion and feeling of that time period. It is most definitely worth every second.
Take care and smile more. You'll live a longer, healthier life.
I looked through my music in my xanga to see what I use to listen to back in the day and i was surprised to see all the bands that I forgot I listed to... here is a few of them that I found quite enjoyable.
- Daphne Loves Derby (posted new songs on their myspace)
http://www.myspace.com/daphnelovesderby
- Wheatus
- JamisonParker
- The Evans Anthem
- Baha Men
- Eiffel 65
- Will Smith
- Cake
- Dispatch
- etc.
All I hear is word vomit as it is spat out left and right. I spend more time wiping off the remains than trying to pay attention, but I feel like everyone else feels the same way. My ears burn and my eyes wander. I catch another stare from across the room every now and then. I can't help but want to scream after every distilled pause. Not because there is silence, but because my eyes have already glazed over with checkered confusion. The air gets stale and my mouth dries out; my hands just want to draw, but I know that I will get called out if I try and do anything other than stare with the habitual empty face I have in this class. It's not like I am always this way, but when I feel like there is nothing productive happening my mind goes crazy, my head spins.
So today on my drive back to Fort Wayne after an amazing Easter with family, I listened to a stuffyoushouldknow podcast on death. Basically, it was talking about how us as humans are so afraid of death and yet we have it on our minds so much. To me, death is a scary thing to talk about. I know it happens and I am at ease with the idea that I am leaving this world for a better place, but there is this slight doubt on how will the transition happen. In one moment, it crossed my mind that we work so hard to prolong life yet we have this fascination with death. We take medications, we eat healthy, and we avoid all activity that poses any risk at all to our health which in many instances dampers the quality of life. We avoid the experimentation of our capabilities and what we want to try to keep us on our toes.This avoidance in most cases is presented as fear; for example the fear of riding a roller coaster or fear of skydiving. I don't know about you but I would go skydiving in a heartbeat. This summer you could call me up to go and I would be packed and on my way to your place within minutes as long as my schedule allowed it.
I don't really know what sparked this, I guess I just wanted to let you know what I was thinking... but hey, isn't that what a blog is all about? Till next time, I will keep you all in mind. As always check out my art on http://www.greeneacres.deviantart.com
Hey there everygoodbody,
Here's a new update for the soul. Recently I have been wanting to throw some of my art online but I haven't had a place to put it. Yes, I do have a deviantart website (greeneacres.deviantart.com), but I feel as though I am to that point where I need to considered a true artist and what true artists have is a personal website. Also, as a graphic designer, this gives me a chance to present my skills in web and layout design. I can kill two birds with one stone... woot. So, on to the world of web. These last few days have been a turmoil of tutorials learning the latest in HTML, ActionScript, Javascript and so on, but my brain is beginning to hurt and program codes are starting to mesh. I forget what goes where and for what program... bleh, it is a big headache if you ask me. So back to my goals. I plan on constructing my own personal website within the month, wish me luck, and I will do my best to keep you updated and in check. The plans are creating the entire setup in actionscript (FLASH) so the entire site is animated!! Till next time, take care and keep reading!
Sorry, I don't want to give out my website domain name yet, because I don't want to disappoint anyone when they try and go to it now, because it isn't up yet.
It has been three days.
My mind is free and my mouth is bone dry.
Yet it is raining and I have a drink sitting an arm reach away.
I try my best to sneak my head around the window sill without being seen,
but there are those moments of embarrassment when I end up locking eyes.
It has been three days.
I see people gliding in the rain doing their best to avoid each intoxicating drop,
but as persistent as they are, the moisture wants to cling to whatever it can gets it's hands on.
They take quick stride after stride in response;
some laughing, others emotionless,
but in the end there is a sign of achievement in their faces when they are able to take cover.
It has been three days.
I find myself slightly poisoned by the cold, gloomy and wet night.
I pull tight the one blanket keeping me from possibly losing a finger or two.
It keeps me constricted, leaving only that profound gut feeling of loss.
To ease the tension I rip open my chest only to find an open sky.
Clouds are accented across the piercing blue canvas,
while a breeze rolls past torn ends of flesh only to tickle what nerve endings are exposed;
a few butterflies from three days back take the opportunity to leave while the coast is clear.
It has been three days.
my mind is free and my mouth is bone dry.
my life is still and my heart is sky high.
I feel the warm sun beating in my chest,
while I sit in the cold, hoping for the best.
We have those moments of fear and doubt,
but it is only our ability to cast them out.
Live life to its fullest and you will never look back.
Posted on 5:37 PM, under
Shirts
So not too much has been happening with the whole company idea. I know it feels like it was all said and done in the past and that we rushed on it to suddenly hit a wall, but I promise you, something is boiling on the back burner. Ideas are churning, options are opening up, people are offering a helping hand. It will be here when you least expect it. Shirts will be going to print within the year and a site will provide everyone with that itch for more. My plan is to provide my targeted audience with a new season every two seasons so that more and more designs come rolling in. Keep your eyes peeled and thank you all for your support.
This is Aaron Greene and hope you are smiling.
"Life is short to be a downer."
