yesterday we hiked Texas creek. when we met a fallen log, Lucas(placeholder name for my younger brother who is autistic) hit a wall and was filled with the depths of hell. after my sister expertly consoled with him, and my parents if anything made things difficult the whole time, he got up and crossed his log. it was all an upward climb to glory and freedom from there. we soared through the void effortlessly. dreams were discussed. Luke's dreams are his universe and he is there holy man. the source....

i feel different, a weight has been lifted, an emotional wall has crumbled, a nonchalant wall. not just that but one that has the precision of a robot. one that artistically blocks all emotion except in one vain. i feel the former glory of my body before the walls were built. now life is much harder and with each year the walls get harder to break down until there is nothing but wall. despite this there is always a sort of back way or sensitivity. you must find your weakness when the walls are vulnerable....

art is emotion, experience, creativity, but most of all it is unique. art is the epiphany of the moment the definition. when you look at a piece of art the relates to you it is often because of shared experience or emotion.
everything your body does is art, a form of expression that is unique to both you and the version of you that existed only in the split second that it was created. each brush stroke is the representation of a new person or emotion: the state of a man is ever changing. the more you...