Roman Holidays & Relay for life

A few weeks back one of my best friends in Second Life. Katrina Mornington contacted me and asked for a commissioned art piece. Specifically she wanted to have a piece of art that shows this great tattoo she created a while back.

 

Katrina is such a unique woman who I am glad to call my friend. When i first met her as a neko, ummm I have never met someone who can be so free and honest with them self and others. Talking with her, she is one of the smartest women i have ever met.

 

 

Well currently we are in the relay for life fund raising season and a picture taking we will go. Picture, picture and more pictures taken. I know it can be a bit overwhelming to me.  I do have volunteers that are helping take pictures, and gods this helps out so so much. But you get so use to taking pictures for events and covering them, its hard to step back. I am doing more stepping back this year, due to the fact that this years relay will be much bigger then the last two years. I have finally let my self realize i cant cover it all. Even though i am such a perfectionist. I have to tell my self, I’m only human. Bwahahah. Neko now neko for ever. hehe

Creative muse gave me a poem

There is something that means very much to me. Until I am ready to talk about how it affects my life, this is what you will get. I am a supporter of Transgender issues and this poem came to me suddenly tonight:  Titled: Release of Dreams

 

The release of dreams is a powerful thing.
In her sleep she can see the truth before her eyes.  Light
is sweeter, the air is cleaner. She is free. Able to live the life
she should have been. The body she should have felt.

It always starts like this. Though the night joy has become real.
But it has to end. The Darkness Begins.

She is standing on an edge. Real life takes her back.
Never can she be real. Her body screams. Eyes awaken to her
true form. Male or Female or Both.

Is she Transgender or something more.

Run Run Spring is Attacking

This is the time of year I always look forward to. The sunlight changes to that just right angel, the trees are finally in bloom and flowers exist in our world once again. Yes I know this is melodramatic but when your an artist you like to see as many colors as possible

 

 

During this time of year I try to get out as much as possible and explore my local down town area and watch the cops watch you.

During this time of year since my artwork really does increase I feel so alive. Like the artistic muse finally came back and said ok your ready. Well I think I'm ready.

I cant sleep

A personal moment, originally uploaded by IshtarsKiss.

My artwork is my only true way to express how i feel. Lately its been going more toward an erotic art type movement and im not really sure. Why. Hell I think i may know but i just don't want to say yet.

Currently its 220am. I should be in bed. My creativity suffers on the weekends since I just want to stay up and not sleep. Currently i am working on more then a few projects.

One is the 2008 relay for life Commemorative book. Its something i feel needs to be put together and given out as a special treat for all those who have given their time and energy to a good cause. Right now i have 70 pictures choosen and need to choose 30 more. Once i get that done I can finally weed those down to a more manageable number to upload into second life. Sigh so many picture. So so many pictures. Over the course of one year over 6 thousand pictures to weed through and see what would look good or what represents this or that. It is a overwhelming job but its something I feel needs to be done.

I am working on a series of photos i have taken in a Japan inspired sim. All In one way or the other are inspired by different forms of light. I have always liked in real life how just one angel can change the perfect shot. How light reflecting off window shades can change a room completely. This in turn will represent that, in that artistic sense. I don't know how many i will do in this series. 5-10 tops.

Ok now the reason i cant sleep. I am a person who dreams. A lot of good dreams or something. They serve as my escape from life in a sense. The dreams don't have as much as they did in the past. Ever since I've had to rebuild my life from my mom passing and the first person I ever really fell in love with passing i cant remember what i dream. Small fragments of conversations or images are at the fore front of my brain when i wake up but nothing of real value.

I will fight what ever part of me is causing this and someday win. I wont let the bastard win. I spent 28 years of my life fighting and clawing my way out of the pit of depression to see an actual life. I will not give up on that.