You Can’t Be Sirius

Sep

Honesty. Truth. Respect.

By Sirius 0 Comments

Categories: Theraputic Release

Hey everyone, what’s positive in your life? I pose this question seriously . . . as of lately I’ve had to get back in connection with what’s positive in my life. It’s amazing how situations make us lose touch of what we love and who we are as individuals. When that happens, we end up either lost or searching for what once was . . . (I’m guilty of “searching” as I type). Before Jai, I was a man with strength, independence and much integrity. Those 3 values also boil down to the three strongest words I’ve heard this week: Honesty, truth and respect.

I mention those three in the denotative meanings (straight from the dictionary). Once I decided to look up and understand these three words, I felt as if I couldn’t go back to some of the things I once leaned on as an excuse in the past. I’m my own man . . . and as such, I’ve chosen to practice those values on a daily. I say practice because no one can exhibit them perfectly other than the man above . . . however, practice makes perfect and through our imperfections we find perfection within. It may not make sense to some but I get it lol.

What I’m saying here, is that I’ve turned another corner in my life. Words now hold more deeper meanings and actions have become the colors to utilize in our artistic palette of life . . . (what will you choose to create?) With that said . . . I’ve decided to paint myself . . . paint my own story so I can look back in my old age and have something to smile about. This goes back to positivity also. Being negative is a disease . . . it gets more attention that positivity and is (sadly) accepted over being positive about things. Going against the grain, I’ve chosen to practice positivity in all that I do.

I’m not formulating some fantasy world for myself by doing this either. Positivity is the same as negativity: it’s a gift and curse . . . only difference is that instead of harping on what’s bringing me down . . . I’d be conscience of what’s keeping me up. I’m sure some will have their own interpretations and views on that and that’s fine . . . that’s what makes us individuals . . . and individuality is key.

I’ll leave you with what I feel is something heavy . . . chew thoroughly.

Honest

1.	honorable in principles, intentions, and actions; upright and fair: an honest person.

2.	showing uprightness and fairness: honest dealings.

3.	gained or obtained fairly: honest wealth.

4.	sincere; frank: an honest face.

5.	genuine or unadulterated: honest commodities.

6.	respectable; having a good reputation: an honest name.

7.	truthful or creditable: honest weights.

8.	humble, plain, or unadorned.

9.	Archaic. chaste; virtuous.

[Origin: 1250–1300; ME honeste < MF < L honestus honorable, equiv. to hones- (var. s. of honōs) honor + -tus adj. suffix

]

—Related forms

hon·est·ness, noun

—Synonyms 1. just, incorruptible, trusty, trustworthy. 2. fair. 4. straightforward, candid. 5, 9. pure.

—Antonyms 1. dishonest, corrupt.

Truth

1.	the true or actual state of a matter: He tried to find out the truth.

2.	conformity with fact or reality; verity: the truth of a statement.

3.	a verified or indisputable fact, proposition, principle, or the like: mathematical truths.

4.	the state or character of being true.

5.	actuality or actual existence.

6.	an obvious or accepted fact; truism; platitude.

7.	honesty; integrity; truthfulness.

8.	(often initial capital letter) ideal or fundamental reality apart from and transcending perceived experience: the basic truths of life.

9.	agreement with a standard or original.

10.	accuracy, as of position or adjustment.

11.	Archaic. fidelity or constancy.

—Idiom

12.	in truth, in reality; in fact; actually: In truth, moral decay hastened the decline of the Roman Empire.

[Origin: bef. 900; ME treuthe, OE tréowth (c. ON tryggth faith). See true, -th¹

]

—Related forms

truthless, adjective

truth·less·ness, noun

—Synonyms 1. fact. 2. veracity. 7. sincerity, candor, frankness. 10. precision, exactness.

—Antonyms 1. falsehood. 2, 4, 7. falsity.

Respect

1.	a particular, detail, or point (usually prec. by in): to differ in some respect.

2.	relation or reference: inquiries with respect to a route.

3.	esteem for or a sense of the worth or excellence of a person, a personal quality or ability, or something considered as a manifestation of a personal quality or ability: I have great respect for her judgment.

4.	deference to a right, privilege, privileged position, or someone or something considered to have certain rights or privileges; proper acceptance or courtesy; acknowledgment: respect for a suspect’s right to counsel; to show respect for the flag; respect for the elderly.

5.	the condition of being esteemed or honored: to be held in respect.

6.	respects, a formal expression or gesture of greeting, esteem, or friendship: Give my respects to your parents.

7.	favor or partiality.

8.	Archaic. a consideration.

–verb (used with object)

9.	to hold in esteem or honor: I cannot respect a cheat.

10.	to show regard or consideration for: to respect someone’s rights.

11.	to refrain from intruding upon or interfering with: to respect a person’s privacy.

12.	to relate or have reference to.

—Idioms

13.	in respect of, in reference to; in regard to; concerning.

14.	in respect that, Archaic. because of; since.

15.

pay one’s respects,

a.	to visit in order to welcome, greet, etc.: We paid our respects to the new neighbors.

b.	to express one’s sympathy, esp. to survivors following a death: We paid our respects to the family.

16.	with respect to, referring to; concerning: with respect to your latest request.

[Origin: 1300–50; (n.) ME (< OF) < L respectus action of looking back, consideration, regard, equiv. to respec-, var. s. of respicere to look back (re- re- + specere to look) + -tus suffix of v. action; (v.) < L respectus ptp. of respicere

]

—Synonyms 1. regard, feature, matter. 2. regard, connection. 3. estimation, reverence, homage, honor. Respect, esteem, veneration imply recognition of personal qualities by approbation, deference, and more or less affection. Respect is commonly the result of admiration and approbation, together with deference: to feel respect for a great scholar. Esteem is deference combined with admiration and often with affection: to hold a friend in great esteem. Veneration is an almost religious attitude of deep respect, reverence, and love, such as we feel for persons or things of outstanding superiority, endeared by long association: veneration for one’s grandparents, for noble traditions. 7. bias, preference. 9. revere, venerate, consider, admire. 10. heed.

swag is in you not in ya pocket

-Ne-Yo

Aug

Change, Thank You & Hope

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Categories: Good Music, Jai and Theraputic Release

What good world? How has life been since we last met? Me? Ehh . . . just learning ya dig. I’m not going into detail until I know for sure what’s going on but I can say that some huge changes have been made within myself over the last 48-72 hours and even though change is inevitable, when you’re determined, it’s also easy.

I read Yaya’s blog today, titled: Happiness . . . Go Get Some . . . It was brought to my attention from my good cousin and friend Chris. Basically Yah is advising us miserable people to get out of our routine that is keeping us down in the dumps . . . and truthfully . . . I must agree. When I think back on some of my happiest moments, I was always stepping out and doing differently. That’s how I grow deeper in my art, got cool with Damieon, met Jai shit . . . even so much as got into photography. So, I thank Yah for the advice and I’m going to try it out. Positively ofcourse. I’ve been doing alot of things the same way, day-in and day-out everyday for the last 2-3 months and given my current situation . . . it truely won’t hurt to break that routine and let the wheels roll on their own.

I also want to take time to thank my current supporting cast. Chris and Tanebra have been there for me so many times in the past and now. I know I’m not an easy person to deal with and I can be pretty depressing lol. However, they’ve let me vent and heard my concerns and gave advice when asked. I may have lost Damieon as a friend but I still have two that are just the same. I’m not saying that I won’t ever met new friends, but these two can never be replaced.

With that said, I wish the world happiness. I wish it for myself as well as undying love and a future I can be proud of. So instead of waiting for it, it’s time to go get it.

Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. ~Anne Lamott

Aug

Pressure

By Sirius 0 Comments

Categories: Black & Proud, Creativity at it's Finest, Good Music, Jai, Theraputic Release and sitography

I’m really trying to change the mood of this blog, but everytime I get a little sunshine, the shit just get rained on! I know I’m selfish, but GOD DAYUMM, the people I have to deal with on a daily are far more advanced in selfish 101 than I will EVER be! I can’t believe some of the things I’m beginning to notice about people. It’s fucking crazy . . . then they look at me sideways because I’ve changed!? Bitch PUH-LEASE! Change is life, it’s inevitable, I’m changing for the better and it seems that the mofo’s don’t seem to want to join me.

That’s cool though because there’s only room for on a motorcycle (but you can fit two). So as I roll with my view exposed, them hoes can sit on 4s with the roof enclosed. In other words, I’m trying my damndest to see the bigger picture and I’m finding less enthusiasm for NIGGAS who rather stay closed in, bunched up and gased out! I thank the big man up above though, with him, I’d probably be ridin shotgun . . . fasho.

I’m sure everyone reading this is like: This nigga on some whole-nuva-otha shit . . . and you GAT DAYUMM RIGHT!!! I’m getting back to that good ole, next millenium, “see you on the otherside of the Milky-Way, motherfucka” type shit. So as I proceed to give these ungrateful NIGGAS what they need . . . I invite those ready for a new experience to join me (but you gotta bring ya own ride).

I love life. I truly do, and from this day forward, I’m gonna try hard as hell to enjoy it even more. I know things ain’t gonna be pretty and that’s FINE . . . cause for paradise to exist there has to be hell to compare it to. Part of MY paradise is below, I bring you noblEvents and more of my fiancé-to-be, Jai.

I thank everyone once again for stopping through, see you all soon.

You equal trouble to the lower denominators when you add up who you are and multiply your worth

-Sirius

Aug

Everyone

By Sirius 2 Comments

Categories: Good Music, Jai, Mama and Theraputic Release

There’s an angel in the sky watching over me. I know her name too, Vickie LaSheryl Hudson. If ever there was a moment when I felt too low to look up, her spirit seemed to sweep down and pick me up . . . I was wrong for ever saying that she wasn’t there, or that I missed her. She’s there, here, everywhere . . . I say that due to last night’s and this morning’s fiasco within myself. I’ve been wanting to cry out this stress for about 2 weeks now and never could. Last night I reached a breaking point and while sitting in my car on the phone with Jai. For the longest I’ve felt like she’s the only one supporting me and when that went away for a quick moment, I lost it. I shed two tears and then this chill went through me, Jai told me to bring my ass back home and while coming up, I heard a voice telling me to “have faith in myself”.

Being the ignant black man I am, I didn’t listen. So this morning brought more tears and sure enough, the same thing happened: Have faith in yourself. So this time it clicks and I come to work with a brand new aura, new outlook on things. This job, school, Jai and I . . . everything. Right after the voice spoke to me, I also was presented with something I’ve been missing out on in this relationship and thats the gift of giving. I gave her so much of me in the beginning and somewhere down the line . . . I stopped. Then complained about what she wasn’t doing. Now I know though, I can’t stand selfishness, I’ve been committing the crime for far too long myself and I need to get back to giving to my love before I get my own place.

I’ve been asking her to place faith in me, but never have I truthfully placed faith in me in regards to the whole situation. This is definitely therapuetic in the sense that I have understanding. My angel is, and always has been, Heaven sent. Matter-of-fact, now that I truly think about it, I’m blessed with two. Mom and Jai, I hold those two in such high regard, it’s not easily given though, it’s definitely earned (well Mom’s being earned is obvious lol). Jai has never been one to lie to me or do me wrong.

I know now that I can learn in my 20’s what a father should have taught me in my teen’s. Somethings just click, others take time and patience, but the point is that I grew up without my Dad for a very solid reason in life and that’s to learn a lesson so deep that I’d never forget it. So far, it’s proven true, I’ll never let my child go without knowing that his/her father is a good man and tries hard everyday to be good in all he does. Never will they have to assume what I may be like AS LONG as I’m still on this Earth breathing. I’ve had to go through 22 years of presumptions of what my father is like based on what I heard and what’s obvious. That isn’t a good feeling, and sadly too many of the children today have to live with that reality, even worse . . . others don’t have anything to go by.

Granny did the best she could in playing a three part role (Mother, Father THEN Grandmother and Grandfather). If Superwoman ever turned out to be real, I’m sure she’ll be 68 years old staying in a 3 bedroom house that’s paid for in the southern area of Dallas. Her many roles would probably explain her mood swings with me, she’s the type to give you praise one moment then making you feel stupid for something the very next sentence. It hurts but it’s love. Love hurts and I’m a psuedo-masochist.

Damieon “D. Will” Williams (Rest in Peace) . . . what can I say to you that’s sincere to where you wouldn’t laugh? Lol, not a damn thing! I miss you so fuckin much bro . . . you kept me on my toes and pushed me to do better, you may have been the youngest out the crew, but you definitely held us all together. I’m SO grateful to have squashed that petty beef with you on X-mas day. As you know, I wanted so much better for you because you HAD IT once before. Madison misses you . . . shit, we all miss you. Your girl just dropped your seed so there’s a D. Will Jr. running around that I can educate on the art of “The Poo” (LMAO). Ofcourse, that’s much later within life. Your legacy lives on through Maddy and Jr. (I’ll refrain from callin him Cash Money names but Birdman Jr. MAY be used accidentally)

Well, I’ll end this post for now and continue to jam out to the new N.E.R.D.

If there was no misleading in the beginning, there would be no
misunderstanding in the end . . .

Aug

The Die . . .

By Sirius 0 Comments

Categories: High Stupidity Levels, Jai and Theraputic Release

Things happen for a reason and the truth hurts. I’ve come to know myself in such a way that I now hate who I used to be in relationships. Selfishness is a disease that has plagued my soul and my happiness for far too long. I’ve been trapped in a fantasy world thinking I was giving it all when in reality I wasn’t giving what matters. This is an open scribe to Jai, the current and hopefully future love of my life. I’ve titled it, “Poetry”.

Poetry in motion, you’ve been hoping for I to treat you right// An out of sight, far out love that writes stanzas like wings flapped from doves// I’ve apologized enough times to fill up public pools and text books in public schools// I’ve been a fool, retarded with extra drool// however, this clever cat is back with the truth on his heart and a realization on his head// that as long as love isn’t dead and we go to bed beside each other as lovers, we can cry a river build a bridge and get over// you probably feel that I’m trying to get over but no rover can sniff that out of me// it can’t be seen because it don’t exist// what’s here is truth, dedication and proof// that what you’ve been hoping for is down my heart’s hall and through the open door leading to our forever// You own the key to the source of my artery’s beat//and I’ll beat the dead horse of apology until the cow comes home// love come hoome to my heart where it started such a while ago// I’ve let go of that demon that was fiendin with a glutenous aura// I pray to God that you’ll love me tomorrow . . .

The sad part is that there are two different versions. All pitiful and sappy. I’m losing my love ya’ll. I need prayer to get this one back. All you have in this world is your balls and your word . . . right now, my balls won’t even hang due to my word being shit. I might as well crawl under a rock and die.

Jul

GOOD MORNING!!!

By Sirius 1 Comment

Categories: Creativity at it's Finest, Jai, Theraputic Release, Uncategorized and sitography

[Bernie Mac voice] Wake up Mr. Si! <insert drum roll> TADOW! Ya boy has finally enrolled in COLLEGE! Yes! YES! I was on DeviantART and saw an advertisement for The Art Institute of Pittsburgh Online. So I went ahead and decided to major in Graphic Design going for my Bachelor’s. I’m happy . . . Jai’s happy, along with my fam and folk. I must say though, I’m learning a lot about myself and my personal abilities to grow as an individual. It’s amazing how much we can accomplish as people and more so as individuals!

I say this simply because, I’m more religious than I was months ago, I’ve found church to be a very strong start to what I call a good week! Anyone who knows Si, knows that I used to cut my eyes at the current concept of church and opt out to join Bedside Baptist. That went on for several years, and maybe it was a good thing. Why? Because, I asked questions and sought out my own answers. In turn I developed more questions and amazingly . . . received more answers. I can now say religion really isn’t all that bad, it just depends on how strong your relationship is with the God you serve . . . however, the fire and brimstone way of some older people is a bit much . . . STILL lol. Why? Because . . . if that’s the case we’re ALL going to Hell and that’s just discouraging damnitt!

. . . Allow me to change subjects before I piss someone off or possibly scare someone stupid . . . In other news, I’ve managed to find something on youtube of good use (other than a laugh or sheer racial embarrassment). I managed to get some studio-ish lighting through a little DIY with the help of Home Depot and I tripod! GOTTA LOVE IT! And check this . . . it’s all done with fewer than 20 dollars per source (if you have a tripod already). Search google for “YouTube: home depot studio lighting”. You should find exactly what I’m talkin about.

Needless to say the shots I took with my one source came out NICE! (and of course, Jai modeled for me) Check the shots out below:

Jai All Day

She’s such a good sport! Let’s give her a hand! <insert hand claps and fanfare here> Next will be shots of me . . . hopefully! I want to teach her the ins and outs of photography, she has a good eye and her creativity is ever-present in all she does. Saying: “I’m proud of you” does add up at all, but I think she knows . . . truth be told, I suck with words (no homo) so each sentence is damn near HELL!

With that said, please forgive my hiatus . . . I’m really gonna try and provide SOME type of update . . . even if it’s shitty! . . . YA DIG!?

On a Sirius Note: Love isn’t all kiss and hug, it’s also mean and ugly and you can’t choose which ones you choose to take. It’s all or nothing, if you truly love someone, you should never let them go until they’re gone. I first heard the phrase: “If you love something, let it go // if it comes back, it’s fasho // if don’t, you’ll neva know” from DMX. In my more youthful time, it was the shit! NOW . . . I can’t agree. DMX is a problematic brother anyway (police love that nigga) . . . I say fight for what you believe in. If you believe in the love you have, fight for it! You’ll never know if you don’t try.

Yes, I know it was random, but it was on my heart to say it. I’m an emotional dude, raised by females. I’m not a smooth operator, or the Billy D. to the ladies . . . Damnitt I’m sub-normal . . . a geeky nerd and my heart is filled with love and passion. So you have to forgive for it if you’re not the mushy type.

[YAWN] well, it’s WAY past morning and I’m dozing off as I type . . . so excuse me while I recharge.

Jun

Against the Grain

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Categories: Jai, R.P.M., Theraputic Release and sitography

So! My first love, (the Pontiac Grand Prix) has a new addition to it’s family and Pontiac has named it, The G8. I first saw my new reason to drool on Thanksgiving 2007 when Pontiac placed one in clear, glass trailer on the back of a delivery truck. As I drooled in my freshly financed 2008 Toyota Corolla (nick named The ‘Rolla by me before Toyota decided to jack move me!), I quickly began to realize that I do NOT belong in a 4 cylinder engine (especially since I was spoiled on V6’s) as the G8 suspension bounced along the bumpy ride of the delivery truck on the ragged freeway. If you don’t understand, just check the specs.

Engine & Power

3.6L Variable Valve Timing (VVT) DOHC V6 SFI aluminum;
256hp at 6300 rpm, 248lb-ft of torque at 2100 rpm <–The Conspiracy
6.0L V8 SFI aluminum with Active Fuel Management;
361hp at 5300 rpm, 385lb-ft of torque at 4400 rpm <–The Crime

Transmission

5–speed automatic with Driver Shift Control and Sport Mode
6–speed automatic with Driver Shift Control and Sport Mode

Drivetrain

Rear–Wheel Drive

EPA estimates MPG mileage

3.6L engine (automatic): 17/25 (city/highway mpg) <–2nd Degree Murder
6.0 L engine (automatic): 15/24 (city/highway mpg) <–1st Degree Murder

Standard Capacities

Fuel tank: 19 gallons (approx.) <–Capital Murder
Seating: 5 <–Plea of Innocence

Well, 7 months later, I’m pulling into work and see the same beauty with the same paint job parked illegally (just slightly) and facing me head on . . . looking at me like, “Yeah bitch . . . I’m still around!” What did I do? Why DUH!!!! I pulled out my big, black, weapon and began to shoot all around! (get your mind out the gutter, I’m talkin about my camera!)

My next mission is to learn to FULLY drive a stick, cause I’m seriously not trying to become a victim of conversations like the following ANYMORE!

Sirius-ionno, I find it funny. You’d be the only one to drive it, it doesn’t come in automatic, if I got it that is . . .
Jai-I don’t see why it would come in a automatic that would just be very “punkish”

It’s a shame to admit it, but the lady has a point. I guess my “S” model Corolla is just another compact sedan with a fast look and slow speed . . . HA! I refuse to believe that . . . however, I won’t be able to pit it against many bad boys such as the G8, ~~Stang~~, Vette, ~~Camaro~~, Skyline . . . ehh let me stop while I’m ahead . . .

Passion is bred from a desire to achieve greatness from within. What are you passionate about?
-Sirius

Jun

Hustlin’ Hustlin’

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Categories: Barack Obama, Black & Proud, Creativity at it's Finest and Election '08

Who’s to blame for all the hustlin’ goin on around here? ME! Lol, real talk, I’ve been bending backwards in order to keep things running smoothly in my financial portfolio. What has it left me so far? . . . hmmm, an unfinished portfolio, a myspace that still needs to be revamped, the same lazy assed clients and a more professional heart about graphic design. Is that a good thing? Well, besides the professional heart . . . NO. There just not enough hours in the day, yet too many hours are spent doing nothing (I.E., this blog is being typed while at work with the systems down, lol).

What’s my resolution for this problem? HUSTLING, legally . . . of course. I’ve pooled together all my hard, manual labor knowledge and devised a plan to gain revenue without paid advertisement. It’s simply taking those hours in my day with nothing being done, and doing something to push my name and services across the net for free. Sounds cheap cause it is! LMAO . . . what can I say? Bush hasn’t made it easy for any of us and employers don’t plan to do anything about it. Yet, as I complain, my complacency hasn’t made anything better.

Resolution? Why SURE!!! I got plenty . . . now all I need is customers for the plenty resolutions I have lol. Gotta love the economy. Any who, my main purpose was not to complain but more so to inform. I picked up a copy of Computer Arts Magazine a couple weeks back and I must say, I’ve been completely amazed at how much I’m missing out on in the design world. In the meantime, check out these fresh new ones from my lab:

Please take time to show love to the new additions to my gallery. Speaking of showing love . . . my man Obama deserves all the love he has coming to him! ESPECIALLY after this:

If you feelin like a pimp nigga . . . LOL [no pun intended] . . . although it’s racially fitting, I don’t feel like being Dave Chappelle at the moment.

Forgive me for my flaw of holding your perfections against you.
-Sirius

May

Shutterbuggin OUT

By Sirius 4 Comments

Categories: Creativity at it's Finest, Jai, Theraputic Release and sitography

Well well well . . . guess who’s been making love to the Canon once again!? . . . hmmm . . . in a NON-perverted way of course, lol. Figure out the answer? Why . . . none other than ME! This past Saturday, me and The Misses went to a Vacation Bible School Rally in a run down apartment complex. The church had cotton candy, sno-cones and popcorn for the kids who signed up so YOU KNOW there were alot that registered! (Lol, so mean) However, I had The Rebel with me and found it as the perfect opportunity to snap some shots. The only disturbing thing about them is that they were taken in one of “The Fastest Growing Cities in America” . . . my disgust came in at how it looked almost as if I was snapping in a 3rd World country. Take a look [click the thumbnails to see the larger versions]::

Yeah . . . anywho, the kids had a good time (my sinuses were the real Bay-Bay’s Kids) and needless to say, I captured some good shots (in my own personal opinion).

Oh yeah, shouts out to Grayfilm for the info on JPG Magazine. I submitted the second shot for voting on their website to possibly get it published. So if you wish to vote for me (PUHLEASE DO) click the thumbnail below of the shot to the right. I appreciate everyone’s support. (Drop a line to make yourself known) Governing by what my team lead at work, Jai, Steve-O and a hand full of other people are telling me . . . I may have something going with my photography . . . on that note I have nothing to say . . . just, well . . . I hope lol. I can’t really be cocky about any of my crafts because I’m still at the bottom of the barrel with it all. Well wishes are fine, I love to hear them and they make me feel heavenly, but the realization is that if I didn’t work at I.B.M. I’d Be Screwed! (I.B.S. HA!) However, God’s watching over me and if there isn’t a God then SOMETHING is watching because I can’t be doing all this on my own. So whoever’s out there, I thank you!! Dearly!!!!

In less emotional news: NEW ABSTRACT ART!! My art crew and I just so happened to miss our 4th year anniversary. Yes, The Digital Nomadz have been creating collectively for FOUR WHOLE YEARS as of 04/04/2008 and to celebrate, I concocted my new piece, OF WHICH I call “Re-Establishment”, the title and the purpose of the piece is to “re-establish” myself in the art world as someone dedicated to their craft, someone who is willing to do the previously un-doable . . . so I bring you THIS [click to see full size on my DeviantART page]::

In honor if my Nomadic Family . . . Thinking back since last April, I’ve been slacking on ALOT. I went from steady commissions from Lucky Graphics to 8-14 hour days at I.B.M. (damn) . . . paid photo-shoots on the streets of Oak Cliff to grabbing on to short moments in the hoods of McKinney (maybe not so bad) . . . then digitally painting like I was destined to get my hand skills back to complaining about the touch pad on a laptop (now that’s bad) . . . Lord . . . Jesus . . . SANTA MARIA! (Illegal Leopard Homes!!! LMAO . . .ok ok) I need help [no pun intended].

Everything worthy of being remembered, started by being thought of . . .
-Sirius

Apr

Movin’ On . . .

By Sirius 1 Comment

Categories: Basehead, Creativity at it's Finest, Intense, Jai, Uncategorized and sitography

Life changes and re-arrangements. So many things have changed since my last blog . . . Intense and I have been expunged and I’ve started a new chapter in my life with “Jai”. In this change up I hurt Intense severely (as she so ~~kindly~~ put it). Being as to how I don’t want to put too much emphasis on the negativity that occurred. Let’s just say that in the wake of my “wrong doing” I pray that “Karma doesn’t come back to bite me”. ( I would say my famous break up question but we were never really together).

**sigh** OK, so moving along, me and Jai spent the weekend snappin photos and playin PS2 ( yes PS2 . . . all you rich mawfuckas eat dirt). Any who, I’ve never seen a chick go at God of War II like she does . . . AMAZING! Lol, I digs me some of that, and NO it’s not because of the massage, cooking or consideration of gas prices. (that last one was a joke, lol) . . . hmmm, what else can I mention? OH! She has her own company also, it’s entitled “pabc” which stands for Peek-A-Boo Closet (only for the grown and sexual) lol, I digs the name. Check the logo designed by yours truly:

Another job well done, and another client happy the company is currently hers and her mother’s so yeah, I guess that makes me a commodity. Is it right to make your girlfriend’s mother pay you for a commission if the job was agreed upon BEFORE you two hooked up? . . . I hope so LOL, cause she is . . . and I did. (enter dead silence here . . . queue the crickets)

On top of the logo though, I feel it’s only right that I post some Si’Tography so ready your eyes because here they come! (that was so nasty LOL)

SiTography

. . . Sweet photographic salvation! I’m loving the Rebel . . . needless to say. Pressing forward, I managed to actually cram in a wallpaper for everyone’s use. I call it Tyrantulat, made with Photoshop CS 1 and Cinema 4D 10. My whole aim was to basically make a new piece, HOWEVER, it came out to be more than that. Take a look see.

It’s at 1024×768 by the way and you can click the preview to get the full size for use. The abstracts you see are to resemble two robotic tarantulas on a crawl through the city, I hope heads dig looking as much as I dig creating.

Hmmm, speaking of creating, I’ve been doing a lot of that lately, maybe it’s a good thing, maybe it isn’t. Either way, I’m chillin, lettin the river flow at it’s own pace. **thinks quietly**

Man is his own worst enemy, defeating himself before the task has started
-Jai

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