Art loses its ego when paired with purpose: lovephotography.org: Vietnam War through The Things They Carried

An S.O.S.: Calling Upon All Angels

Joy Matters*

*Passion & Compassion*

Seek out, seek in...always seeking, always on a journey to bridge the world within with the world around.

Knowing that so many are hurting and alone when there is no need.

If we could just pause long enough to turn the tide.

We are a force of nature because we are nature.

Even when the oil runs dry, the sun will still fuel us. All the panic takes us further away from our natural state, our connection to the creative force, and to the brilliant power of simply being alive.

Enjoy the ocean if you can and work toward it.

I aim to use my time to add to the creative rather than destructive forces vying for the Earth's resources.

I have found over a million Earth angels on the same mission: to create sustainable beauty out of life.

Let this be a prelude and not the exception.

I honor the lights of this great city as a power point for change, as the center of art, and as a vine of near-ripe revolutionaries.

Artists, women, good people of the Earth rising: rise some more.

*Revolution begins with personal evolution...

Bless & Be Blessed*

Monday, January 21, 2008

Vietnam War through The Things They Carried

I have two best friends in Iraq today - one is a civilian and one is a militia man. I DO NOT BELIEVE THAT WAR IS ANYTHING BUT THE DUMBEST LACK OF SOLUTION. TODAY THE REAL TEST OF POWER IS NOT WHO CAN MAKE WAR BUT WHO CAN PREVENT IT. I PRAY FOR ALL THE SOULS TRAPPED IN WAR...may we find our way before we all hold hands and jump over the edge of no return.

Good people of the Earth: we face the gravest responsibility. I accept the challenge, although I would rather be playing in the ocean. We must live better, do better, think, feel, and act more often. The surrender only seems to lull us for so long, but then reality hits and no one knows what to do....

STOP> STOP> PLEASE FUCKING STOP>

Start something new. There is a new storyline waiting to be told. There is truth in all of us...we have the power and the ability to mold the world.

Shape up.

To the beauty of sculptures. I cultivate beauty. I fight only because I have to. I work toward the possibility that one day I will have freedom at hand and I can sink into a deep relaxation. But for now, we are still in Vietnam. The tragedy is now. History only repeats itself until we bring forth something not yet lived, making the unimaginable the status quo.

I pray and I work for an ability to live beyond race, sex, battlefields and guts, and rich-folk-bullshit lies. There are people dying everyday...so many, and for who and for what exactly? And you, reading this: Who are you? And what do you think we can do to make this world better? Tell me. Still, I'd rather you show me...

I will show you what I can share, too.

love and liberation.

//layla