Artistic Checkpoints – Anthropological Magical Realism

On The Precipice of Poetry

There is a line at the intersection of any two – the line is the balancing point. Talk about the line and people listen – laugh. Fall too far to either side and you either put people to sleep or render them manic in a pool of their own self-assured correctness. — I’ve been strugglingContinue reading “On The Precipice of Poetry”

Notebook Chicken Scratch

We are fluid, but we talk as if we were states. – There is something so cathartic in knowing we can runaway at any time. – I like listening to little girls discussing religion on the playground. – This is for the parts of us we can see and speak to, but they cannot hearContinue reading “Notebook Chicken Scratch”

Protected: May Words

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Twitter Journal

@metamore_ I’m sharing my twitter, it holds the evolution of my mind, my humor, my mantra, my typos, and punctuation use since 2011. If I was a celebrity i’d surely be burned at the stake for a lot of it. It’s insanely personal and unstructured at times. It’s cringe and unpolished but beyond the contentContinue reading “Twitter Journal”

My Next Genre

As a self proclaimed and mostly self taught artist I’ve had to define what art really means to me. Not putting a series of similarly styled pieces in a gallery nor finding some niche and perfecting it but the creation of new genres and new styles. When I find the new genre I’ll make fewContinue reading “My Next Genre”

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Metformin

The tone today is not pleasant. I’ve been on metformin for a little over a week and that means I have artificially induced a state of survival in my body. I can kill anything that threatens to hurt me but that doesn’t bring me joy. I’ve been going steady for a few months with aContinue reading “Metformin”

I’m Giving Up

I probably could’ve been far more successful doing nothing these past five years. The whole “attract don’t chase” thing. I love to chase. I love to think of myself as dim-witted gremlin living on the side of the road. Passerby’s avoid me. I hiss and scowl at their disgust. We don’t get along. This isContinue reading “I’m Giving Up”

Comics from August 8th 2020

For 2017 to 2019, it’s 2023 and the feelings are almost washed out, but I can still get a sip out when I’m alone Stand Alones Part 1 The way out The way out isn’t an adventure, or a place full of obstacles and fights, it’s more than often a wasteland of nothing.A whole lotContinue reading “Comics from August 8th 2020”

Comics August 2020

Secret Motorcycle Rides and The Ability to Go Anywhere Alone Minerva Wakes Up Out in the public scene of alcohol facilitated socialization all the animals inch their way to whatever life scene pulls them in that night. They’re laden with veiled beauty and life, revealing themselves as they see fit for whatever game they’re aboutContinue reading “Comics August 2020”