Creativity.

Does creativity expire? Does it "go bad"? Can we throw it aside when it sits in the refridgerator a little too long? Can it make us sick? Can we purchase a new carton of creativity if we don't like the taste? Can we adjust the concentration? No. Because creativity is a spirit we are born with. It lives in a cave we commonly call our minds and waits to be beckoned. It waits to be awaken by the alarm we feel. It is a definition of what we can become. It is our only eternity.

It

There comes a time
when nothing else
matters.
And this is
it.

Gulf Oil Spill Crisis

The "oil" depicted in these images is made of chocolate syrup and food dye. No harm came to any animals in the making of these images.
Models: Margo & Chelsea

My Town

I live in this town. To state more correctly, I am located in this town that can be described as none other than a zit in the arm pit of Florida. It stinks of failure and waste. All one can hope for a future in this place is a job working shifts at the paper mill or a chance to run their father’s company into the ground. This town is stagnant and I want nothing more than to flee as far from it as possible.
To say that I hate it here would be an understatement. People think like they are told to think. They exist to work and reproduce. No one is here to create. And my spirit loathes those built to fit in. I am beyond ready to break out and break free. It is time for me to find my way to the other side of the world, to find people that are my kind. I find it impossible to believe that this is all that will ever be. This cesspool is far to content with its sameness. I am seeking a plane ticket to anywhere, at anytime, on any day, as long as that day in now.

Love and Innovation

You can't be great at everything all at once.
It's one or the other, or average at both.