Friday, April 12, 2013

Concentrations/Breath




















Breath.





















My 11th one is the Hands I Sent and got the gold key for ( Can't find my SD card at the moment )
my 12th one is the babies eye closed.
I don't know. I needed help with the breath and I scheduled a time with you and you were too busy.

Monday, March 18, 2013

I Can't think of a Spiffy Culture Title

Lets start of with, What is culture? Culture is what surrounds us. Our motives, morals, hobbies, relationships and more. The way we connect with ourselves is culture. This is what makes us who we are. We are heavily influenced by culture and change depending on it. I express my culture as very down to earth. The mistakes made become motivations for the future. The tragedies set are only temporary and become improvements as time goes on. In my culture it is crucial to be, and become, who I want to be. With this in hand, my mind flourishes with creativity. Open minded perhaps. Embarrassment is rare in my culture, for, being yourself is accepted. However, a lack of responsibility is discriminated upon. Priorities and goals are pushed deeply into my mind. Get great grades, go to college, become successful. And this is where it becomes evident that those to aspects collide. What is success? Is it money like most people say? Or is it happiness? Should I base my future on my culture of society, or my culture within myself? However there is even more to culture. Ever since I was born I was cradled with a guitar next to my bed. Instruments were like siblings to me. Ones that actually made nice sounds instead of horrible whining complaints. The guitar, the piano, my own voice even. These beautiful sounds that caressed my body with chills. I learned with passion in my heart. Till this day not a day has gone by I haven't been around music. Playing, singing, listening and dreaming. Painting and drawing also heavily influenced me. I loved recreating a beautiful time in my life with a simple pencil. I loved being able to capture a moment in time that meant so much to me. I also was handed my first camera when I was in 3rd grade. I would carry that block around with me where ever I went. These artistic aspects of my life made my culture create me. Being born in a humble environment  clothes and looks weren't of importance. What mattered was what held deep inside our hearts. I held that tightly as I met people and lost people. My parents being separated allowed me to yearn for a close whole, together, nuclear family when I am older. Certain aspects of my parents attitudes I have learned from. I will never slack or be unmotivated to achieve my goals. Morales are strong, but religion is open. My parents used to go to church when I was young. When they became too busy, it dissipate into the past. I have been open about every religion and continue to find one that best suits me. Having separated parents has allowed me to be independent. As much as I wish I had parents more supportive, I think of the best. The best is I rely more on myself and value my responsibilities as privileges. I am better off because I can achieve what I desire on my own. Over all I have grown to be respectable and to be respected. I have been built to be humble and motivated. I have had the opportunity to create myself. Of course there are environmental and biological influences that strike me as well. Everyone can fall out of their normal culture schemes, as long as you know yourself, It's okay to as long as you know the difference from right and wrong. Wishing and wanting to be something/someone you're not will just tear someone down. Believe in others after you believe in yourself. I am so glad this Isn't graded for writing. I have switched from 1st to 2nd to 3rd to even a 4th person if there was one.