Disco Leopard

Pearls reaching for the stars; this is #glamlife.

Art comes from a place unknown, but what’s known is, it’s constant strive to strike a chord in someone’s imagination and from that one chord, an entire song is made. 

Good art at least. Art that is authentic. Music, fine art, visual art, digital art, film, fashion, hair, make up, architecture, etc…

If it comes from an authentic place, the point will deliver in a moving way. 

Non authentic art speaks to the consumer, it speaks to the want, not the need. It creates an illusion that we need something because we want something. 

We do need authentic art. We need the truth. We need honesty. 

lay on the floor in the butterfly room, make my heart go boom, boom, boom

into the night…

it starts with a hello

ice in the glass

cake vodka please

let’s have a seat at last

hands folded 

legs crossed

this is where the night begins 

we go into the night 

eyes closed 

hold on tight

we go into the night 

eyes closed

hold on tight 

no room for the letters n-o

always ready to go go 

shake things up 

get in the car and ride

hands folded 

legs crossed 

this is where the night begins 

we go into the night 

eyes closed

hold on tight

we go into the night

eyes closed 

we go into the night 

To the perfectionist,there is always room for improvement. The perfectionist calls this humility. In reality, it is egotism. It is pride that makes us want to write a perfect script, paint a perfect painting, perform a perfect audition monologue.
Perfectionism is not a quest for the best. It is a pursuit of the worst in ourselves, the part that tells us that nothing we do will ever be good enough-that we should try again.
Perfectionism is the refusal to let yourself move ahead.

—The Artist’s Way 

No trumpets sound when the important decisions of our life are made. Destiny is made known silently.

—Agnes De Mille 

Artists who seek perfection in everything are those who cannot attain it in anything.

—Eugene Delacroix 

As we lose our vagueness about our self, our values, our life situation, we become available to the moment. It is there, in the particular, that we contact the creative self. Until we experience the freedom of solitude, we cannot connect authentically. We may be enmeshed, but we are not encountered.

—The Artist’s Way 

I’d rather have roses on my table than diamonds around my neck.

—Emma Goldman

There was a Moment…

There was a break in the music; a moment to catch your breath, to feel your heart beat the  rhythm. My hands were reaching for the sky, high in the air; above, was the night sky. The mountains shadowed in the distance while the stars hovered, reflecting light back to me. 

The light that is you. The light that is me. The light that is us. 

There was magic. 

A reminder from nature, that we’re connected. Without nature, there is no man. 

I am the mountain. 

I am the night sky, the stars, and the light. 

I am the music. 

I am you.